Have you ever stepped on someone’s foot? It happens. They might get angry, it’s understandable. Just an accident, not your intention, but your fault nonetheless. Keep this in mind.
I’ll be using transphobia in this conversation, because I’m here and the discussion that moved me to write, but I learned the concepts from talks about racism and it applies to many similar situations.
What I am doesn’t matter right now. It’s not about about me, right? I’ll open up the most targetable part of myself though: my inner thoughts. Particularly my musings about gender, which are relatively recent (I’m 39). Nothing specific, just the possibility that they might be transphobic.
That idea was something I feared and worried about a lot. In open discussions, I’m always careful with my words, but I had private doubts for a long time that seemed ugly, plain and simple. Was I transphobic in the past? Most likely. Am I still transphobic on some level? I don’t know. I don’t want to be, and that’s the point.
We are all living our lives the only way we know how to. Sometimes accidents happen, people get hurt, we make things right. Sometimes the way we live our lives mean that we are stepping on people by design. It might still not be our intention, it is still our fault and the fact it’s not an accident anymore will mess with our minds when we realize that.
So, again, I don’t want to be transphobic. That’s not what I believe or how I live my life. Again, my intentions don’t matter if what I do hurt or endanger others in any way. I believe I can only say I’m not transphobic if I do the work not to be. If I accept my thoughts, words and actions can be transphobic, and that they are mistakes to be corrected. Being transphobic is about how I can negatively affect trans people, regardless of how I see myself or believe I’m doing the right thing. It’s about them, not me.
I ask that you look at the other person or group when you are in an argument, or just out in the world. See how your actions affect them. See if you care enough to do something about it. And, if you find out you don’t want to change, try accepting who you are, accepting any disgust you might feel without reinterpreting yours or other people’s reality.
edit: It was a mistake going with figurative language here in an discussion that intended to be inclusive. I know better. Also, I wanted people to see that the subject of the action is not always the important part. When there are victims, their point of view should be the one validated first, they should the ones we make sure are all right before we decide to seek punishment. And I don’t know if this will help, but the imperfect parallel with racism that came to mind was societal racism.
The point is educating and helping people understand my point of view. I can’t assume it’s obvious for everyone, so I expand and offer more digestible parcels. Or I try at least.
That’s absolutely fine and helps provide context, however it felt like you were burying the lede, from the title to the end of the second to last paragraph.
A good strategy I’ve been taught with writing is to say what you’re going to say, say it, then say it again. You introduce what you’re going to talk about, explain the details and the caveats, then repeat your main point in conclusion. This basically hammers home the point to the reader. That maybe would be excessive here, but the answer to the title should have been at least a little more prominent.