Men and Women, by Betsy

Outside of the biologically assigned functions of copulation, child bearing and nurturing I don’t see that much INNATELY different between men and women. Most people would not agree with me on this. But I emphasize that I don’t believe there to be huge INHERENT differences. I believe most of the differences are superficial and acquired. Right from day one in our culture it is of the utmost importance to raise your child’s awareness of and flaunt his/her gender. Pink or blue, dolls or trucks, ribbons and bows or baseball cap, long hair or short, everyone knows the norm. Ways of highlighting, accentuating, detailing, and belaboring the differences between the sexes seems to be a preoccupation, if not an obsession, present in our culture. 

This can be easily observed in the traditional roles men and women assign themselves as well. For example, women do the cooking and serving of food; that is until it’s time to cook on the grill outside. Then the man takes over. Is that because women are not supposed to get their hands dirty? I’ve never been able to figure that out. I know men who wouldn’t be caught dead cooking meat in the oven in the kitchen, yet pride themselves on grilling a piece of meat or an entire family dinner on the patio. 
Men fix things, build things, do the driving. Most likely it is the man who does the outside work and possesses the tools. But in reality women can do these things too. Personally, I did not and do not fit well into the traditional roles for which men and women have volunteered. I have always been the one who possessed the tools even when I was married to Bill. I wonder. Is that because I have always been a lesbian; i.e. a deviant female—even when I didn’t know it? I don’t think so. I think it’s because I like tools and I like fixing things. 
My father taught me to use an axe and to use it effectively. Even though I was a puny child I learned well how to split a large log. Fortunately, or maybe by design, I married a man who did not need to play the traditional male roles all the time in order to secure his feeling of manhood. Often I would find myself outside chopping wood for the fire while he was in the kitchen cooking. He actually loved to cook—once in a while. I give him credit too for doing the clean up as well. On the other hand I know some women who do not want and will not allow their husbands or anyone else in “their” kitchen. So perhaps domain has a lot to do with the roles people take on along with personal preference; not just intrinsic gender differences. 
Sure, bearing and nurturing the children and caring for them naturally falls to the female. That means women are more likely to stay home while the men go off to work, to hunt, to cultivate the fields, to fight the wars, etc. 
However, in these modern times it is not unheard of for the care-taking roles to be reversed. There are many women who actually prefer working outside of the home. This I suppose applies mostly to professional women on a career path. At the same time there are many men who love staying home and raising the children. As a mother, I stayed home when the children were babies. I considered myself fortunate to be able to do this, but at the same time I envied my husband who was developing his life-long career of choice. Although it was I who stayed home, I was not the ideal adult to take care of young children. As much as I love my children, I often felt trapped in those early days, unable to get out of my house and out into the adult world. I never felt that I was cut out to be a child care-taker. 
Many women and many men are very good at caring for and educating young children and love to do it. Today men and women do this professionally while mothers and fathers spend their days working their careers. Career or no, today in most cases both parents are working out of necessity. In any case at day’s end working parents are eager and happy to see their little ones. Maybe this is a better way of raising children. 
Another notable but superficial difference between men and women is the clothes they wear. Myself? I’ve always preferred men’s clothes to women’s. They are far more practical and far, far more comfortable. Whose idea was it to put 3 inch spike heels on women’s shoes? Probably someone related to the people who invented foot binding in China. Fortunately we women today are spared from wearing the corsets, bustles, petticoats and other such torture apparel of the past. The spike-heeled shoes are still prevalent however. 
Men, on the other hand, have not totally escaped the inconvenient dictates of fashion. Spats, top hats, and stiff collars would never be appealing in the comfort department. For convenience, simplicity, and ease I’ve often thought going back to the toga might not be a bad idea. This would not go over well with the fashion industry which is thriving in our capitalist system. Now there are the Chinese. The Chinese dress comfortably and in a unisex fashion. But I don’t care to dress in a quilt, no thanks. 
Men definitely have the edge when it comes to physical strength. And it’s a good thing. I am constantly looking for a man to open the cap on my water bottle. Women have better endurance and pain tolerance it seems. So even though we’re not the same in that department, we balance out. 
I have a friend who transitioned from male to female in middle age. She tells me that when you are born male you get a pass that females don’t ever get. Now there’s food for thought and maybe a topic for later discussion. It seems to me, after considering this subject, that there ARE, in fact, some, but very few, INNATE differences between men and women. I would say most of the distinguishing characteristics are the ones people, cultures, and societies have created over the ages and are still constantly devising and fostering.

© 1 May 2017

About the Author

Betsy has been active in the GLBT community including PFLAG, the Denver Women’s Chorus, OLOC (Old Lesbians Organizing for Change), and the GLBT Community Center. She has been retired from the human services field for 20 years. Since her retirement, her major activities have included tennis, camping, traveling, teaching skiing as a volunteer instructor with the National Sports Center for the Disabled, reading, writing, and learning. Betsy came out as a lesbian after 25 years of marriage. She has a close relationship with her three children and four grandchildren. Betsy says her greatest and most meaningful enjoyment comes from sharing her life with her partner of 30 years, Gillian Edwards.

A Looming Wrinkle, by Pat Gourley

I am going to approach
the topic of Wrinkles with a bit of a
wrinkle and write from a secondary definition of the word and that would be
”snag”. A wrinkle can be a snag rather than the latest distressing line on my
face or ass.
The potential snag I’d
like to address is the slowly emerging effort to take the “T” out of LGBT. I am
linking to a recent provocative piece from The
Independent,
a British newspaper, entitled Why it’s time to take the T out of LGBT written by Katie Glover.
Ms. Glover is a transgender woman and editor of the transgender and drag
publication Frock Magazine: http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/why-its-time-to-take-the-t-out-of-lgbt-10493352.html
She starts right out of
the box exposing the myth, quite prevalent even in the LGB community, that
transgender folks are gay. Most are not and in fact the percent that are is
likely no more than the percent of the general population that is gay or
lesbian. Glover goes on to point out that being gay and being transgender are
two very different things that should not be mixed up.
Historically it made
survival sense for trans folks to hitch their wagon to the larger gay movement
where they received at least some modicum of acceptance or dare I use the much
more loaded and perhaps offensive word: tolerance. Times though have changed
and with the transgender closet door swinging wide open and their numbers
swelling a tipping point has perhaps been reached and it’s now time to break
away from the LGB’s.
A poignant example from
Glover’s piece of the confusion that exists in the lesbian and gay community
around trans folks was the recent appearance of Caitlyn Jenner on the Ellen
DeGeneres show. Ellen was quite surprise by Caitlyn’s lukewarm stance on same
sex marriage.  Cait was trying to explain
to Ellen that she was a traditionalist on matters of marriage, though she has
evolved somewhat from the more strident view she held prior to transitioning.
If this movement for the
trans community to severe ties with the LGB’s continues to gain steam it may
prove to be quite the painful wrinkle. One component of why this will be
difficult for gays and lesbians to accept might be the weirdly pejorative views
straight society have foisted on us with terms like sissy and tomboy. That gay
men are effeminate and lesbian’s masculine butch dykes is still a prevalent and
false meme today. This simplistic and totally incorrect view of who we are I
think may have and still is contributing to lots of confusion around gender.
Perhaps I am wandering a
bit into the bushes here but it seems that many, perhaps most, folks who are
transitioning are like Caitlyn Jenner moving towards their true self and that
being one of the two established and traditional genders, male and female.
Maybe this potential breakaway of T’s from the LBG ‘s might prompt us to view
ourselves as third or fourth gender. Here I am of course borrowing from the
thinking of Harry Hay on such matters. 
Harry always encouraged us to view ourselves as other and distinctly
different in very fundamental ways from our straight bothers and sisters.  Only by exploring and discovering these
differences would we get a handle on who we really are.
This may be way too much
to take on these days, that would be third and fourth genders, when we as a
community and society as a whole seem so confused on the two genders we already
perceive. This daunting task aside perhaps we should just start with a
suggestion from the Glover piece again where she states: “LGB’s and T’s are
getting a little too close for comfort. It might be time to cut the cord”.
I would personably view
this breakaway of the T’s as a golden opportunity to once again retrench from
the assimilationist trips of marriage and the military and refocus on the task
of exploring who we really are, where we came from and what we are for. Maybe
we LGB and T’s really are a bunch of wrinkles lending much needed texture and
nuance to the human race, snags be damned.
© 14 Sep 2015 

About
the Author
  
I was born in La Porte Indiana in 1949, raised on a farm and schooled
by Holy Cross nuns. The bulk of my adult life, some 40 plus years, was spent in
Denver, Colorado as a nurse, gardener and gay/AIDS activist. I have currently returned to Denver after an
extended sabbatical in San Francisco, California.

The Essence of GLBTQ by Lewis

Wiktionary defines “essence” — in usage relevant to this topic — as 
     1) “the inherent nature of a thing or an idea” and 
     2) “a significant feature of something.”

Therefore, the “essence of GLBTQ” might be otherwise stated as, “What is it about gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender or queer people that makes them unique from everyone else?” The inclusion of the terms “transgender” and “queer” complicates the answer to a degree that makes generalizations meaningless. In fact, the word “queer,” when appropriated to describe oneself, seems intended to obviate any attempt to characterize it in any meaningful, shorthand way. “Transgender,” because it has nothing to do with sexual attraction but is rather gender identity related, seems to me to also lie outside any attempt to describe the “essence” of the first three letters — GLB — which are primary referent to an individual’s sexual attractions.

Those who condemn homosexuality invariably do so on the basis of same-sex erotic behaviors. Those behaviors are not the “essence” of homosexuality but the manifestation — or “womanifestation,” if you prefer — of it. The essence is the innate part of our nature that is drawn to members of our gender, rather than the opposite gender. This seems to fly in the face of everything we know about Adam and Eve and Charles Darwin’s theory on the survival of the species. Consequently, it is subject to accusations that we are operating against the Will of God and Nature and, therefore, must be deviant, if not evil. It is as if we are the ugly duckling whose ugliness is on the inside and, therefore, never changing.

What distinguishes gay and lesbian individuals from heterosexuals is our being forced into the position of having either to conform to erotic behaviors that are unnatural — even repugnant — to us by repressing those desires that are such a vital part of who we are in order to appear “normal” or to act on our own natural inclinations at the risk of being ostracized by a significant portion of society. Our “essence,” in my opinion, is the strength of our characters that has developed during what is an existential struggle to be both true to ourselves and successful members of an intolerant society.

There are many gay men and women who have never allowed the prejudices of our society to interfere with what they see as their own natural and true behavior. A tip of my hat to them. They have displayed a courage and self-knowledge that I can only admire from a distance. Their “essence” has been knowing their own heart and following it wherever it might lead. This is a rare quality, even among those who have never experienced self doubt and the fear of social opprobrium.

For some who count themselves among the “GLB,” however, finding some sense of authenticity has come only with the undertaking of behaviors that are in themselves self-defacing — drug or alcohol abuse or unprotected sex, for example. For these, “essence” might well be overcoming addiction or dealing with the life-long consequences of HIV/AIDS.

Others of us have “gone along to get along.” We married in the traditional way, perhaps even had children. For these — and I count myself among them — our “essence” might be qualitatively analyzed in how we have related to our opposite-gender spouses and children, how we “came out” to them, whether or not we were faithful during the marriage, and what kind of relationship we have with them after moving on toward a state of greater authenticity.

I’m certain that there are gay men and lesbians who do not fall into any of the aforementioned categories. That is why I do not think that the notion of a “GLBTQ essence” is all that pragmatic. If anything, there may be an added layer or two of “essence” on our psychological auras. But, at the same time, we are all 99-94/100% pure human being, with, perhaps, a few more rough edges and/or a more highly-polished-surface here and there. I think the rest of the world is coming around to this view … and fairly rapidly. May it continue to be so.

We, the GLBTQ members of the most remarkable species of animal in the known universe have been granted a very special charter. We have been commissioned by the Great Mystery of All Existence not only to share our very special talents with the world but, in order to do so, to first learn to look in the mirror and see, not the “ugly duckling” that some of those we have loved may have so ignorantly and, perhaps, unknowingly branded us, but ourselves as whole and wholesome human beings whose lives will encompass a level of adventure that will make for many wonderful stories that beg to be shared.

[Everything that I have said above about “GLB” people would also apply to those on the “third rail” of sexual attraction discourse — men and women who are attracted to juveniles of either sex. Unfortunately, this subject is so fraught with phobia and loathing that merely to state that the sexual attraction toward children is akin to same-sex attractions to adults tends to elicit reactions one might expect from confessing to mass murder. I merely would state that none of us picked the type of persons to whom we are sexually attracted from a list like choosing the color of our next car. There are still perhaps 40% of Americans who believe that having same sex attractions is immoral. Those of us with a “glb” orientation should be the last to condemn anyone for attractions over which they have absolutely no control, unlike actions taken on those feelings, which are properly proscribed, just as statutory rape is properly proscribed.]

© 15 July 2013


About the Author


I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and had two children while working as an engineer for the Ford Motor Company. I was married to a wonderful woman for 26 happy years and suddenly realized that life was passing me by. I figured that I should make a change, as our offspring were basically on their own and I wasn’t getting any younger. Luckily, a very attractive and personable man just happened to be crossing my path at that time, so the change-over was both fortuitous and smooth. Soon after, I retired and we moved to Denver, my husband’s home town. He passed away after 13 blissful years together in October of 2012. I am left to find a new path to fulfillment. One possibility is through writing. Thank goodness, the SAGE Creative Writing Group was there to light the way.

Details by Peg

Without details you wouldn’t have stories. Without details, life would be missing all its color and purpose. Relationships are all about details, how could you like someone if it weren’t for the person’s characteristics; their appearance, your common interests, or purpose, personality and chemistry.

Details bond families. With conflicting details; blood relationships fail and friendships dissolve. Wars are fought over details; contracts are all about details, without them laws would be impossible.

This short essay is about relationships that cannot flower because necessary details are missing.

I have grandchildren, two are my son’s, and two are of a previous marriage. I have not seen any of them for over eight years, and the reason for that long absence is the desire of their parents. A certain detail, my being Transgender is the core of their decision. Fear of what might happen IF, the father of the older two children were to find out that me, the grandfather of my son’s children is Transgender, and with that information, he MIGHT cause trouble for the family.

Another detail is how to explain me (now a woman) to the children and what they might do with that information. The existence of me (the missing grandfather) has been questioned but never honestly answered.

I know the children only by what their grandmother tells me, and the pictures she brings home with her. I don’t hear their voices, see them at play, or listen to their interests. I can’t watch them grow from the toddler and two year old they were the last time I saw them, develop into the people they are now or will become. Without all of those details, a relationship with them is impossible.

Still, I feel them, they are a part of my being, yet they might as well be someone else’s children and if I were to see them on the street; I might not recognize them without an introduction. I love them though they don’t know anything about me; a great void exists because…we don’t know any or all the necessary details.

About the Author


I was born and raised in Denver Colorado and I have a divided history, I went to school, learned a trade, served in the military, married and fathered two sons. And I am Trans; I transitioned in 1986 after being fired for “not fitting in to their program.” 18 years ago I fulfilled my lifelong need to shed the package and become female. I continued working in my trade until retiring in 2006. I have been active in PFLAG Denver and served five years on the board of directors, two years as President of our chapter. Living now as a woman has let me be who I always knew I was and I am genuinely happy.