I’m not entirely sure why I feel obliged to explain the presence of this (empty) post. But I do.
Y’see, my initial thought was to revisit my earlier post, Space: the final frontier, but to refocus it from the vexatious subject of women-only spaces, to consider whether it is naive for me, a trans woman, to think that trans-inclusive spaces (not trans-only spaces) are safe spaces for me.
I haven’t got very far because it involves a huge rethinking of my earlier notion that any exclusive space (trans or non-trans) is inherently divisive and therefore A Bad Thing for trans/non-trans understanding, dialog and bridge-building. And tonight I’m feeling just a little too distracted, despondent, even, to apply my limited brain power to considering anything deeper than the bottom of a glass of wine.
After yesterday’s robust exchange of views over at TFW (I’m observing a “let sleeping dogs lie” policy and not linking) – well, I’ll be honest, I’m presently of the opinion that even that’s not going far enough. Maybe, in fact, I need to reconsider my other wildly optimistic idea that I could combine some of the concepts of feminism with my experience of transsexuality into a personally relevant framework for living.
But maybe the idea that one can be a trans woman and a feminist – a trans feminist – is actually an oxymoron. I really just don’t know any more.
So I need more time to percolate. And it struck me as just plain rude to leave this post adorned with only a single cryptic question mark by way of content.