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"Transphobes believe women are inferior to men in general"

TizzyEnt gives a great explanation of how the International Chess Federation's ban of transgender women proves that such anti-trans policies are not about protecting women.

In the video he quotes Kate Montogomerie, who writes:

"In banning trans women from chess the insane anti-trans lobby has fully revealed their hand. They don't just believe that sex is a non-material immutable binary, they also think that women are intellectually inferior. Which is what we've been saying they believe from the start. ...

"To a transphobe there is a supernatural order. Men first, women second. Women are inferior in body and mind. And that cannot be changed, no matter what physical or social changes one undergoes. Because if it could be changed then that hierarchy falls apart. It threatens order."

See also our article on FIDE banning trans women and punishing trans men.

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The moment of catharsis. That release of tension in the psyche, like a taught string cut clean in two. It’s a strange moment. No matter how bitter or unpleasant the knife that gives you this moment, that catharsis feels wonderful.

A truth you hated being revealed. A loved one passing into peace after so much pain. A hug you forgot you needed. Finally crying after holding it in for so, so long.

Have you ever pulled a thorn from your hand? It hurts, but you’re thankful for that sudden pain, rather than the ache of having it embedded in you. Even if you long since learned to ignore it.

I often ask for catharsis. Try to force it into being with no less than pleading hope and sorrow in my voice and soul. But forcing that jar open only seals it further, and worse, may shatter it completely. For catharsis to be complete, it must reach it’s natural conclusion in it’s own time.

I remember that time driving away from my childhood, and hearing a certain song play on the radio. Up till that point, leaving my abuser never once triggered a moment of catharsis. No, it only made the stress worse.

Until that song played, and finally, tears.

I cried in front of a stranger, but I didn’t care. I felt relief. I could feel sorrow again after so many, many years of being told to stifle everything. I can’t do the feeling justice. But the simple word “catharsis” will have to do to describe it.

It’s still hard to show emotion. Orders are orders, after all. But every once in a while, I feel that release again. That catharsis.

I hope you can find it too.