Another person’s sex or gender identification cannot possibly change my own, or threaten it in any way. About the worst that another person’s sex or gender identification can do to mine is to make me think a little more carefully about my own sex and gender and how those things are a part of my life.
I’m gonna say this because it needs to be said: if your own sense of yourself can’t hold up to the occasional bit of introspective scrutiny, you have bigger fish to fry than how someone else is identifying hir sex or gender. —Hanne Blank
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I agree with that.
It's a different statement, a very different statement on several levels, than,
"Another person's sex or gender identification cannot possibly change my own, in any way."
That statement does not fit with my experience. (It may be perfectly valid for Hanne's, of course.) I could not be the kind of woman I am without role models. As a young adult, I was aware of a fairly limited set of possible gender presentations--none of them fit me very well, so I tried to reject them all. (I didn't think in terms of changing the game or playing by different rules. I just didn't want to play.) When I saw people I admired performing gender in ways that looked like they could be comfortable for me, it changed the way I thought about the whole subject. It shifted my self-image.
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My sense of my own gender is actually pretty fluid and shifts according to who I am with and how they "present".
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