A Response To Zack Davis

Things I will regret writing

[A response to this essay; I hadn’t read the sequel at time of writing.]¹

It’s a bit strange to object to being kicked out of womanhood, given that I have spent twelve years attempting to get out of womanhood as quickly as possible, and yet I do. This is an emotional post, more than a logically argued one.

Words mean different things in different contexts. I know it causes dysphoria in some people, but I don’t mind when I read medical information and they talk about “women.” In this context, “women” means the ones with uteruses and vaginas, and I will use my best judgment about which information continues to apply when I don’t have breasts or an estrogen-dominant hormone system.

And for Zack Davis, I am a woman, because I make the big gametes. Sure.

For someone so monomaniacally obsessed with how psychologically different he is from women, how he can never be a woman and never share a woman’s experiences and how every cell in his body and thought in his mind would have to be totally rewritten for him to approximate womanhood, Zack Davis is remarkably vague about what a woman is like. Indeed, a careless reader would easily be led to believe that the fundamental difference between men and women is that men are sometimes turned on by being women and women never are.