Magical Markers! I mean, Gender Markers... Magical Gender Markers?
Miz Know It All has been coming across this curious expression repeatedly and often in her travels through the wilds of Blog-O-Stan, and she's not really quite sure what to make of it truth be know! Gender Marker? What the heck is a "Gender Marker?" Might a Gender Marker be something like a Magic Marker® perhaps? But one solely reserved only for the usage of one sex, or the other? Might the miraculous new Bic Amber® for her be considered a "Gender Marker?" After all this brand new pen was painstakingly designed by a committee of learned men especially for a woman's delicate and fragile sensibilities! Hence the reasoning behind why the pen can be had with either a pink OR purple case... Sadly the ink still comes out the same old black and blue as from the more traditionally male gendered markers. Not that it matters much given that women do not need to be worrying their pretty little heads doing things like writing as it takes away valuable time meant for far more important tasks like ironing and getting supper on the table for the man of the family!
So you will have to give it to Miz Know It All! It was a pretty good guess on her part, what with her being female and all and so not terribly bright, but alas, not the right one I fear! So while the Bic For Her® is in fact, a gendered marker, it is not "a" gender marker!
So what pray tell is this "Gender Marker" she has heard so much about? Well gather close campers! Imagine her surprise when she discovered that a "Gender Marker," as it is being referred to in Blog-O-Stan has nothing to do with makers at all! Rather, it is that little letter F or M found on official documents that indication the sex of the person being described to be either male or female!
Oh! Now I get it! A gender marker means that the bearer of said document, having been dully evaluated by a trained medical professional licensed to practice by the state, can be assumed to have the standard innie found on all of the female of the species, or they are carrying round one of the great variety of outties found on the males of the species... and all this without the casual observers having to actually get down and close to inspect the bearers neither regions themselves! What a clever and useful thing this Gender Marker is! Remind me to rush right out and get one first thing in the morning!
Ahhh but things are not so easily done in the various and sundry lands of Blog-O-Stan... A Gender Marker is not simply a convenient means of letting another know if you are in fact male or female... No! It is a tool of oppression created by the Transphobic Christo Nazi Fascists hell bent upon putting the poor victimized gender variant back into the closet... Wow! How horrible! I certainly hope it's not the closet where I keep my winter things! Terribly cramped in there it is!
No, a gender marker out in the wilds of Blog-O-Stan is the work of the devil himself!! For with the wrong gender marker, a trans-woman, with her baritone voice, five O'clock shadow and size 14 brogans, might find herself being questioned as to why she is in the ladies room! You see, without the right gender marker in hand, she might even be asked to leave the ladies room by official oppressors of the state, like the police, and God forbid, even directed, upon peril to her life, to use the men's facilities as she, being medically unfit for surgery, and poorer than dirt, and besides, she doesn't really dislike it all that much, has a penis!
You see dear campers... in the wilds of Blog-O-Stan, one's genitals being either an outtie or an innie, has no actually bearing on their sex, I mean "gender" What that means is you can be a man all during the work week and a woman on the weekend if it so pleases! Or, you can be a woman during the week and a strong manly man on the weekend if you'd druther! Why, if one were to stop and think about it for a moment... Why one could be any number of different genders depending upon the day and time as one desired!
But alas! These wonderful wildly gendered free spirits must live in the same world as those nasty mean Ol' Transphobic Christo Nazi Fascists who insist that only those with a F on their papers may use the sexually segregated facilities designated for the female of the species! Or like wise, that those with a M on theirs must use the sexually segregated facilities designated for the males of the species... Though, as Miz Know It All has observed, that may not really be all that necessary as the male of the species seems to consider the entire world his urinal! Given his great and boundless delight in micturating upon anything and everything that stands still long enough for hims to do so!
What this means is that for the poor suffering trans-wo-man who has a cursed M on his papers corresponding with his outtie genitals. Well he is to be left to his own devices, out in the cold with the other males who are all pissing on anything and everything, but... those sacred and so lovely toilets that are hatefully reserved for those lesser beings, I mean females! Hey! Really! No fair! He was a man but now that he is a woman s(he) has every right to piss on them too cause his(her?) gender is female. Just ask! (S)He'll tell you so! And besides! We all know genitals do not in anyway indicate sex! (S)He is just as much a woman as those stupid bitches born bitches who Bogart these amazing and wonderful toilets to themselves!
Thankfully, through the tireless efforts by trans-women-activists in size 14 brogans, some localities have seen the light and removed that pesky Ol' examination by a trained medical professional licensed to practice by the state for a "Gender Marker," and replaced it with a form letter crafted by a counselor who might have heard the bearer say they might have felt kinda sorta like a female maybe, but not like a man fer sure, well not all the time exceapt when he is a lesbian! Hey that works for me! Can't see how you could possibly get more definitive than that! Pee free O' trans-women of the world! Pee free!
So there you have it! A gender maker is both a tool of oppression and at the same time, the means to wonders and joys beyond all compare! Imagine all that! And in just one single little letter too!