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Our Rights of Personal Presentation

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Outside of orthodox religions, and work uniforms, we can pretty much present ourselves as we choose to the world. It is a fundamental right. Other people might not like the MAGA hat we wear, and they might choose not to associate with me, or give me a job, but my right to exist without criticism is reasonable. Let it be.

Most people seem to divide the world in a binary way – those who look normal and those who look weird/different.

With time – by which I mean progress – what is acceptable in the normal range is broadening.

Not 100 years ago men were expected to wear suits, a tie, a hat and have short hair.
Now, we have casual attire in offices, men with blue hair, and face tattoos, all accepted by a good portion of society, and (mostly) no longer going to get in the way of employment.
The envelope of self expression keeps widening.

The most common argument about trans people is that they were born one gender and that is fixed. Which is true genetically, but they aren’t disputing that, they simply want to present themselves how they wish.

A trans woman is a man who identifies as a woman, and puts their bodies through extremes to try and perfect the appearance. How that fits into society (yawn, bathrooms), is for us to work out, not them.

Women dye their hair, falsies, high heels, botox, lip filler, makeup… that isn’t their natural self. That is how they present themselves.
Men get ripped at the gym.
People wear ears and call themselves furries.
Beatles and Stones had long hair.
Some people cut their tongue in half.
Tattoos were once just for sailors and now for young folk they are the norm.
Sex Pistols wore torn clothing.
Elon Musk walks around with a chainsaw.
Some massively obese women have “feeders”.
Donald Trump dyes his face orange.

These are all the same type of thing. Some we are used to, some we are not, and all are valid. With time they all become okay to most people, although the elderly will still mutter “never in my day”. Acceptance is a high form of love.

 

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