Alices Voice Isnt Distinctively Male. Voices Arent Inherently Gendered And How Someone Sounds Doesnt

alice’s voice isn’t ‘distinctively male’. voices aren’t inherently gendered and how someone sounds doesn’t determine their identity. also, you said you’re not a terf because you don’t exclude trans men? and you said you don’t understand how transfem representation is good? that’s really not convincing me. sounds like you see trans men as misguided women and want an excuse to be bigoted towards trans women without fully committing to terf ideology because you know people would call you out for your bullshit.

alright, here we go.

first, voices are based on biology, vocal chords, the structure of the larynx, all that shebang. men have a generally lower pitch, and women have a generally higher pitch; despite that, there can be the reverse, but you can perfectly distinguish a male from a female based on the timber, the inflection, etc. there are, of course, androgynous voices where you can't quite place the speaker's sex; however, this is not the case. so, yes, voices are a way to tell the person's biological sex, which, through socialisation, ends up weaving into their social identity.

i believe that the notion of gender instead of plain biological sex is harmful and perpetuates stereotypes that affect not only, but mostly women, negatively. therefore, when a woman doesn't fit the social role that she is constantly being forced into by her environment, she may be led to believe (esp. if she has issues with self-esteem, insecurity, and body dysmorphia, which isn't a rare case) that she isn't a woman after all, since a woman should "feel" and "behave" a certain way to be real, as per the societal norm; which is overall a patriarchal notion of what a "woman" is. there comes the transgender ideology that happily supports it: a "woman" is whatever you want it to be. even if you're a biological male. so, yes, transgender men are in reality misguided women who, facing societal pressure, mistakenly believed that womanhood is something that should be felt and performed, and that the only escape was to deny their biology (which has absolutely nothing wrong in it, intrinsically) and more often than not undergo damaging operations and hormone treatment. and even then, often the issue doesn't go away, because, after all, it is rooted in the system that created this unattainable image of what a woman is. a woman is a biological female, and that's all there is to it. and i include those women in my radical feminist area of concern.

i myself went through a similar struggle. when the pandemic hit, i was fifteen years old. now, when you're isolated and enclosed from the world, you turn to social media and dive deeper into what you are on the inside. i discovered i was bisexual. i also thought that, since i didn't like to wear dresses and shave (my mother's image of femininity that she constantly perpetuated on me), liked sports, pirates and hiking, and preferred short hair, there must be something wrong with me. i thought a girl shouldn't behave like this. i dove deeper into the issue, and i stumbled upon transgenderism. i used to be very easy to impress and believed everything i saw online if it was presented as "safe" and "okay to do" in a happy, welcoming tone. i ended up convinced that i needed top and bottom surgery to feel "right" and "free". i hated the way i looked and thought i wasn't a woman if i didn't align with what a woman was defined as: caring, compassionate, fragile, with long, flowy hair, a love for dresses, high heels, shopping, and the colour pink, a soft voice and a curvy body; a woman loved the fact that she had periods and breasts and the ability to produce life. i had none of that. and that was exactly what biological males that thought of themselves as women use as an argument to justify their womanhood. i thought to myself, i must not be a woman, then, if i don't feel like one, which i should, because that's what "transwomen", who i believed wholeheartedly, said womanhood felt like.

then i found out about radical feminism, and it hit me like a truck. i saw what the transgender ideology was really about: abiding to societal roles and images created by the oppressive, patriarchal system that still sees women as an inferior species, as something to "become", as something to be performed and that can be worn like a costume. i realised i didn't need to feel like a woman because i already was one. and that's all there is to it.

the rest is society's expectations that if a woman likes sports, hiking and pirates, there must be something wrong with her. but there isn't. if we didn't have a systemic oppression towards women, we wouldn't even have created the notion of being transgender.

in short, call me out, please! i'd love to see where my bullshit is, because so far all i've said seems pretty logical to me. thanks!

the way i would legitimately join them like WOW

ive been thinking and honest to god: i think i would actually join a girl gang if the offer came. like a legitimate, hierarchical, “let’s carry knives under our skirts and beat up men” gang. fuck college

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Gaganendranath Tagore - Woman on Staircase (1920)

I love women, not just in a gay way, but in a much bigger way. Women fuel my love for humanity. My platonic friendships with women taught me love and companionship more than any romantic/sexual relationship. But it’s not just the women I’m close to, it’s all of them. Women that I never met will walk past me and compliment my outfit just to make me feel beautiful. The fact I can walk into a public bathroom and a complete stranger will give me a tampon if I need one. The way random women will shower you with love in the bathroom of a club at 1am. How I can lock eyes with any woman across a party and with one look, she knows to pull me away from the creepy man talking to me. Women taught me companionship and sisterhood, and for that, I love them deeply.

you aren't born sapphic you see this picture of cate blanchett and you immediately want to kiss girls &them's the facts

Opalescent glass Art Deco sculptures by French artist, Lucille Sevin. 1920s—1930s.