“If you get to define yourself by the sports team you root for, I get to define myself as a woman”

Trans woman, Katelyn Burns published an article entitled Hi, I’m a Woman on Medium. In the article, Burns attempts to explain how she knows she is a woman.

Today is International Women’s Day and I happen to have it off from work. As I often do on my days off, I am thinking of my gender… again. I often get asked the question “How do you know you’re actually a woman?” Most of the time, it’s a question designed to elicit an answer that the questioner can respond to derisively. If I say that I feel more comfortable in a skirt, oftentimes the other person will tell me that skirts are a social construct or that men can wear skirts and still be men. “Haven’t you heard of a kilt?” they may ask. Why yes I have, actually, I’ve seen Braveheart. It’s not lost on me that it seems like only trans women are asked to justify their womanhood to anyone.

Really? A skirt? Okay. Never mind. Please continue.

I recently asked my kindergartner how she knew she was actually a girl. Her answers ranged from “Because that’s what everyone calls me” to “Because I like pink” or even “Because I like to wear dresses.” I wonder if a “gender critical” feminist would try to dox or harass her for those answers like they have so many out trans women I know. My guess is that most cis women have never had to justify their womanhood to anyone. I wonder what that’s like, I wonder if I will ever get to that point for myself. I doubt it vigorously. That’s a privilege that I will simply never have.

Okay…so….dresses, still. Next?

“Getting to my answer on the question of my own womanhood has not been an easy journey. Growing up, I remember being confused as to how boys and girls were separated from each other. What made us different? All I knew was that everyone called me a boy and expected me to be a boy. No one ever stopped to ask how I felt about that categorization. I was the kid who stayed in the middle for an uncomfortably long period of time when the teacher asked the boys to go to one side of the room and the girls to the other. I grew up with an older brother and he looked just like me in every way and they also called him a boy, but how come I didn’t feel like that fit me? It wasn’t until I was a little older and saw a cis female friend or a cousin naked (in a bathtub with me) that I realized that my gender problems were much more serious and permanent than I imagined.”

NOT getting to the answer but go ahead…

“I was an athletic kid and did my damnedest to immerse myself in masculinity. I played multiple competitive sports from the time I was 6 years old all the way to my freshman year in college.”

Okay, so, she didn’t feel masculine–got it.

“My point is, I really really tried at masculinity. It’s just not for me. I am a woman, whether you or I like it or not.”

Wait, what? Not being masculine = woman? How did we get here?

So what makes me think I’m a woman? I know why others may think I’m a woman or not but at the end of the day, their opinions on my gender don’t matter, I have the right to define myself. If you can describe yourself by your job or your parental status, or the sports team you root for then I’m certainly allowed to define myself by however I deem fit. For me though, it’s an overwhelming sense of otherness in my male role, in male spaces. A defining time for me came when I got a new job as the only male presenting person on staff. Customers would often say things like “Hey ladies!” or “Bye ladies!” as they were coming or going and it never seemed to bother me. I found myself naturally engaging in girl-talk with my coworkers and never noticed when my speaking cadence harmonized with theirs, just women chatting. Sometimes I would say something that no man would ever say. I’d do this without thinking, breaking through my mansuit costume. The other ladies would stop and look at me strangely, giving me funny looks, drawing my defenses and shame back to the forefront of my mind. It’s no wonder that when I recently came out to one of those coworkers, and I asked whether my news was a surprise to her, her exact answer was “Hahah no.”

So far: Woman = skirts, “girl talk,” not being masculine and it’s kind of like defining oneself by one’s favorite sports team??? Heh heh heh…okay, jokes over, I’m done!

Oh! Apparently, so was she. This is the last paragraph!

So there it is, I am a woman. I’ve tried to pretend otherwise for decades. I’ve done everything I can think of to avoid it, to distract myself from my hidden truth. It’s taken me awhile to get here but I can proudly say that I am a woman, and always have been. Sorry it took me so long to get here. Happy International Women’s Day, my first of many. Have a great day everyone.

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5 thoughts on ““If you get to define yourself by the sports team you root for, I get to define myself as a woman”

  1. I would challenge any of these guys to explain how they know they are women without using the word “woman” or “female” or resorting to feminine stereotypes.

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    1. They can’t. There is no logical or biological justification, just goes on what a man says he feels he is, and if that’s a woman, then woman barge over. As if they haven’t taken over every other space in the world.

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  2. Man feels uncomfortable with the social role of ‘man’. Is not brave or bright enough to take on ‘masculinity’ so appropriates womanhood. He wants all the toys in the sweetie shop and he wants them now, and if he doesn’t get them, he will threaten to kill himself.

    In the meantime, he will make no effort to help his female friends with issues that affect females – male to female violence, wage gap, under-representation etc etc. No, girl = performing ‘feminine’, boy = performing ‘masculine’ and we won’t really look at the elephant in the room, which is gender hierarchy. Still, the cat’s out of the bag re. legal definition of gender vs. sex now, let’s just watch this whole, sorry mess play out.

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