November 17, 2015
October 21, 2015
Transgender forums are abuzz with the rumor that Laverne Cox has signed to play Frank N. Furter in the FOX television remake of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, after the rumor was posted as fact by CBS News Las Vegas and picked up by gossip Perez Hilton.
GenderTrender has tracked down the original source of the story, which consists solely of the following Facebook post from SROMedia:
Cox as the “sweet transvestite from Transylvania” is plausible: Cox started out as a dancer, and earned a bachelor’s degree in dance. Cox also attempted to launch a music career consisting of sexually explicit songs based on the theme of “sexual objectification and exploitation”, particularly sexual “self-objectification”. You can read Cox’s original musical thesis here:
However, reports of Laverne’s singing abilities have not been unanimously positive.
The upcoming FOX Television remake will follow the original script, and will be released to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the film.
*UPDATED: Billboard Magazine has CONFIRMED the rumor. Laverne Cox will star as the iconic transvestite in the upcoming production.*
October 19, 2015
September 26, 2015
Occasionally the subject of a post leaves me speechless. This is one of those posts. Dildos for 4 year old girls, marketed by a “genderqueer” woman in San Francisco named Den Kirkwood Tucker. It would appear this project has some affiliation with Gender Spectrum, the organization involved in public school programming to elementary school children. See for yourself below. Read the article that brought this campaign to my attention here: http://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/parenting/more-than-just-undies-the-smallest-details-are-the-most-important-for-parents-of-transgender-kids/story-fnet08ui-1227539339418 ..
September 1, 2015
August 1, 2015
[photos and captions added by GenderTrender]
JULY 31, 2015
Gender, Patriarchy, and All That Jazz by MARY LOU SINGLETON
Like many Americans, I have been paying attention to the current marketing of gender, the unquestionable system that tells us what constitutes male vs. female in our capitalist patriarchy. With morbid fascination, I am witnessing our culture move away from the old women’s liberation values that told young people they could participate in any activity they enjoyed, wear any clothing they liked, play with whatever toys they wanted, and think any thoughts they thought without these behaviors and beliefs being labeled male or female by forces then known as sexism. Not only have the categories of “boy’s toys” and “girl’s toys” returned with a vengeful backlash, now children and the rest of us are being told that an affinity for “girl’s toys” and dresses and make-up actually defines the true essence of girlhood. If a child really, really likes what is being sold by the capitalist patriarchy as female, that child IS female. And vice versa for children who reject female toys and stereotypical female interests. Even if they have two X chromosomes and a vulva, these children are now obviously boys. These children are especially to be considered boys if they hate their female physiology and despise their female bodies. Through the miracle of capitalist cooptation, we have progressed from the women’s liberation war cry of “Start a Revolution, Stop Hating Your Body” to hating the body being framed as revolutionary.
With particular interest, I have been watching and reading about Jazz Jennings, the biological male who from the time of toddlerhood strongly preferred the toys, clothes and mannerisms marketed as female. Because Jazz rejected the products and behaviors sold and enforced as male, and because Jazz never had opportunities to see males who identify as males playing with “girl things” and wearing “girl clothes” and “acting like girls,” and because Jazz had no interest in the products marketed as “boy things” (the guns, the robots, the buzz cuts, the army men), Jazz began identifying as the kind of person who likes “girl things.” Jazz’s parents agreed that if Jazz shopped and talked and threw like a girl, obviously Jazz was a girl. Happily for them (if money can buy happiness), Jazz was born at the perfect time in our post-feminist, post-modern, bread-and-circuses phase of late stage capitalism. Jazz’s family landed paid appearances on talk shows, paid interviews, and now a reality TV show, all promoting the idea that sex-role stereotypes (aka gender) are the only definition of male and female that matter. Jazz Jennings has become the literal poster child for Gender Incorporated, telling and selling us all what it really means to be female in a capitalist patriarchy.
Like Honey Boo Boo and Miley Cyrus, and Michael Jackson before them, Jazz appears as a happy, fun-loving child with a caring, supportive family. Jazz continually smiles while doing the things girls do: posing in a mermaid suit, cheerleading, being pretty. In several articles and appearances, however, Jazz has hinted at sadness, worrying about finding a boyfriend, stating that many biological boys Jazz encounters do not view Jazz as a girl. Jazz reports plenty of female friends, though. While I’m sure Jazz’s life will have its difficulties (life-long hormone replacement, plastic surgery, and childhood fame all carry significant risks), the majority of biological females Jazz encounters will offer comfort and kindness to Jazz, as they have been socialized through gender to do. Gender after all normalizes female self-sacrifice. Most adult females, even those who identify as feminists, exhibit an unexamined acceptance of gender. Women reflexively label every creature they see as male (unless said creature is portrayed with breasts or fake eyelashes and lipstick). They fear more than anything not being liked and they work hard to never, ever commit the sin of hurting someone’s feelings. They have been enculturated to accept their own erasure and to serve the interests of biological males. Jazz’s life will have problems, but these will be buffered and mitigated by female caretaking.
Jazz will inevitably encounter people who refuse to accept the belief system that asserts gender as fact and biology (i.e. the living, material world) as a mere social construct or inconvenience to be fixed with chemicals and technology. Some of these people will be females who resent being told that femaleness can be reduced to performance of “femininity” while they themselves do not appreciate the patriarchal gender system that defines female this way. Others will be males and conservative females who support and revere the patriarchy, but want to maintain a social order like the good old days when men were men and women were women. Because Jazz and the rest of us are being strongly indoctrinated to view “misgendering” as violence, Jazz will have many tales of such violence to report through the gender-promoting media. Those who have participated in the crime of misgendering will be appropriately shamed for refusing to capitulate to the new rules of gender (they may also lose their jobs or speaking gigs at universities or be sued for discrimination).
Because Jazz was born into a violent patriarchy, Jazz may also encounter physical violence, almost certainly at the hands of males. Should it occur, and I sincerely hope it doesn’t, this violence will be labeled a hate crime, a crime more worthy of social outrage and attention than the rapes, murders, torture and beatings suffered by biological females at the hands of males. Unlike biological females, Jazz legally belongs to a protected class, and violence toward this protected class of people is taken more seriously by the media and liberal activists (and sometimes even the legal system) than the routine, all day, every day male violence against biological females.
I do not predict an easy or peaceful future for Jazz. I, however, am even more concerned about what the future holds for Jazz’s sister and all of the girls she represents: the less special kind of female, the kind who doesn’t automatically get awards of bravery for declaring herself a woman and devoting herself to the performance of her assigned gender role. The kind of female conditioned to take up as little space as possible, even if this means starving herself. The kind of female whose body is not legally her own. The kind of female who is viewed as a state regulated incubator, worthy of public debates in mainstream media venues about whether or not she should be allowed to end an unwanted pregnancy or give birth at home. (Such debates about what women should and shouldn’t be allowed to do with their bodies currently receive less social criticism and outrage than the crime of misgendering, by the way. When it comes to forced pregnancy and birth, “good people can disagree.”)
A recent article in Cosmopolitan (a magazine designed to enforce the rules of gender to the female population; a magazine which recently ran a cover story promoting torture porn and telling women that we should learn to enjoy being tied up, beaten, choked, and having men ejaculate on our faces), featured Jazz Jennings talking about his sister. Jazz tells the interviewer and the world that he views his sister’s body as something that can be used to serve his reproductive desires. Like so many gender non-conforming children today who would have once grown up to be happy gay people with intact bodies, Jazz is being sterilized through the process of transitioning into a cultural stereotype of femininity. The medical industry will remove his testicles, if they haven’t already done so, and through plastic surgery create a simulation of a vagina for Jazz. Jazz wants very much to be a parent. Lucky for him he lives in a world where women’s bodies are for sale and rent. In the Cosmo interview, Jazz brags that he is “convincing” his sister to serve him as incubator so he can fulfill his dream of being a mother. Jazz, speaking of his sister’s vagina (which he calls her “vag”), says, “We’ll take my hubby’s sperm and throw it in there and fertilize it.”
[Read the rest of this post here: http://www.counterpunch.org/2015/07/31/gender-patriarchy-and-all-that-jazz/ ]
July 28, 2015
GUEST POST by Cheryl
I am watching “I am Cait” and I don’t know how to express the sadness and pain I feel.
I feel so invisible.
My love and care for a man named James for 35 years meant nothing.
I was 17 and he was 24 when we met.
He used me all those years.
And you know what was unforgiveable?
He let me think all those years, there was something wrong with me.
I wasn’t quite pretty enough, I wasn’t quite thin enough and because of my independence “I wasn’t Officer’s Wives material”.
Because of my upbringing, I was too damaged to have a baby with him and raise a healthy child, so we…I remained childless.
He let me BELIEVE that.
Then I wasn’t youthful anymore.
He was in his fifties when he “blossomed” and couldn’t contain “Jamie” anymore.
We were on vacation in Hawaii when he told me…
I was so scared.
Then when we got home, one beautiful summer morning when we had just woke up, we had this silent sexual standoff. .
He had on his nightie and matching panties to sleep in which I tolerated because it made him so happy and I loved him and felt he should be comfortable in the privacy of our home.
But that morning he wanted me to change roles.
He wanted me to “unveil” him as a virginal teenage girl and I just couldn’t.
It was unnatural to me.
It was abhorrent.
And just like that, he tossed all those years of love making away.
I didn’t know it then, but he tossed me away as well.
“Jamie” killed the Jim I knew and loved.
He expected me to be “her” audience and applaud as “she” applied moisturizer on freshly shaven skin among all the other countless, superficial, meaningless, beautifying tasks which in his misogynistic view defined a woman.
I’d just escape onto the deck with a jug of whiskey and pack of cigarettes and plan my liberation.
I’m fine now.
I’ve made a lovely new life for myself.
I built a small, comfortable home for myself on the shores of a beautiful lake.
But when I see the Bruce Jenner’s and the Bob Tur’s etc. celebrated for the path of pain and destruction they leave behind…
I want my voice to be heard.