Well, ok, we knew that. But in this case, they can fuck right off, the fucking douchecanoes. He's five. And you know what - IF HE WANTS TO WEAR A DRESS HE CAN FUCKING WELL WEAR A FUCKING DRESS YOU FUCKING PRICKS.
The bit that really fucked me off is this -
"What young Dyson will make of this very public story of acceptance when he is older remains to be seen - most teenagers cringe when their mother brings out the baby photos, and such a widely available book will mean he has nowhere to hide."Firstly, they're assuming that this is embarassing, that this kid who likes wearing clothing that doesn't fit with what "society" says kids of his gender "should" wear will not want to wear "girl's" clothing when he's older. Bollocks to that.
Secondly, they're assuming that he is going through a phase. He might not want to wear dresses when he's older - societal pressure might have made him decide he "should" wear trousers. He might decide that he wants to wear dresses when he's older, and decide to be a transvestite. He might be trans, and decide he wishes to become a woman. He might be trans already. Who gives a flying fuck? He's chosen one type of gendered clothing over another.
And you know what, Daily Fail? That's ok. His parents, and his sibling, are accepting of him as he is right now. That they're supporting him right now, and trying to change others' perceptions of this as "weird", is a good thing. That he's growing up wearing what he wants to wear, not what society says he should wear, is a good thing.
Dyson's mother Cheryl has it right -
As a child, I wore boy's clothing. I am a very feminine girl now, but was loud, dirty, and liked dinosaurs and pants as a child (I had one dress when I was two. It was yellow and had a duck on it. I loved that dress). I was often picked on because of it, but more often, it was because I didn't want to play with dolls.
ReplyDeleteYep. I could dress like a boy/just wear pants if I wanted to, but I was a horrible, weird child if, so help me, I didn't want to play with baby borns and easy-bake ovens.
Because fuck them, I had dinosaurs.
Teachers (but not my preschool ones, they were great) and older relatives were always trying to get me to play with "girl's toys" and wear collotes and skirts. I didn't want to pretend to be Mummy when they played Families. I wanted to play with the animal toys. I wanted to wear long pants. And apparently this was "wrong". I don't understand at all.