A womb of her own.

A shout out to all the menstruaters and uterus havers and people who use sanitary products on account of having periods and a wave to all the pregnant people who will go on to be the birthing parents and a final salute to the chest feeders who are feeding their babies human milk. We love you all, equally. 100% of people who experience ovarian cancer have ovaries so people with ovaries should take care. If you are uterus haver that no longer ovulates you may be about to become a menopausal person and that may affect your health.

All of these words were used in advertising campaigns this weekend in a relentless attack on the one feature all these people have in common – womanhood. The type of hood that only women experience.

In an attempt to make sure everybody feels included, women are excluded from our own existence. Consigned to the fringes as ‘other’ in the only thing we previously owned, unequivocally – femaleness. And those of us who complain are cast as meanies, bigots, has-beens, the ones left behind as we walk into the brave new world of gender neutrality.

Gender neutrality is a woke term used to eradicate women as a sex class and decimate our single sex spaces, services and short lists. Frequently misinterpreted as a progressive concept, replacing sex with gender and turning single sex spaces into a ‘free for all’ makes women complicit in their oppression but powerless to name it.

Please believe me when I say I know this is uncomfortable territory for most, especially arty types. A line has been drawn in the sand on this issue in the arts and if you’re not on the non-binary side, you can kiss a comfortable career goodbye. I reject outright the idea that arty types are less in touch with the concept of womanhood than more provincial types. I think many just want to pay the bills and hang on to their publisher.

But how did we get here? To a point where the very word ‘woman’ might cause offensive and is best left unsaid? To a time, in history, when to know that women exist as a specific sex class is to be perceived as backword and lacking a basic understanding of human biology? Yet, dogs can easily tell the difference between the sexes, so, in order to not be perceived as ignorant, we must act as if we are stupider than dogs.

And people do. Grown ass adults who have had sex, and have seen naked bodies of both sexes, act like there is an ambiguity to a self evident truth. Left leaning beardy type men wax lyrical about the unknowable, enigmatic, ever evolving nature of the word ‘woman’ as if they had all entered the world through the force of their own egos, as opposed to through the vagina of their own long suffering mothers. Unless, the mother had a C-section because we don’t want to not include mothers who have had C-sections in our analogy of motherhood.

Including everybody, in everything, all the time, is soul destroying and harmful when you want to do something exclusionary like create a woman only space. Ultimately, it’s impossible to create such spaces when tossers, who think they are liberated because they do their own dishes twice a week, pretend they don’t know it’s a woman who does them the rest of the time and the dish washing woman pretends she doesn’t know either.

The staff at Qatar airport know the differences between men and women are innately biological and that’s why they only strip searched women. When Poland voted to make access to abortion even harder, they knew they were disempowering a sex class. When a group of twelve Israeli men gang raped a British tourist in Cyprus, they all knew the victim was female.

Just like when a protagonist is on trial for a sex act gone wrong, or someone is arrested for having sex with a post-box, we all know the suspect is a bloke.

It’s not a moral flaw or an absence of compassionate thinking that leads a human being to know the difference between the sexes, it’s six million years of evolution. It’s, literally, the only way we have continued to survive.

And it’s no coincidence that the people hunted down and shamed for their stand on gender identity are almost exclusively those who have a pro-women stand, yet pro-women groups are famously non-violent in both philosophy and outlook. It is difficult to find an individual that poses less of a physical threat to another than a radical feminist. Unlike, say a right wing thug jacked up on steroids, looking to lay his manly fists into any gender non – conformists he stumbles across. There have been many attempts to link the actions of such rough and tumble types to the words of Germaine Greer types, but, to date, there has not been a single example of a dangerous bastard citing Andrea Dworkin as his heroine.

And, ladies, this is the choice they have left you with. Your principals or your pay check. And there ain’t no landlord trading shelter for perception.

Before Q

Before Q, we were okay. Before Q, you were okay. Yeah, we argued, sometimes, like people on different pages of the same book. And then Q came along and burned all the books ‘coz reading is for losers and Donald Trump rocks (even with covid).

Q was the game changer. Like a last stage cancer it spread over our friendship and the globe, simultaneously, covering the uncertainty of the moment in a layer of virtual treacle trapping humans like flies as they sped round targeted sites looking for answers. And you were taken, in an instant, and now they own you and your mind belongs to them. And it’s very sad.

And not just for you and me but for all them and all us Q’s created as it cuts through families and society with the same precision blade. Q doesn’t want stable followers, he can’t sustain them, and luckily for him, he doesn’t get many.

I’ve personified Q as a male. Fact is no-one’s sure who or how many Q is. We know where he came from – the chans (4 and 8), the online equivalent of those late night bars you’d never willingly enter when sober, and the chans are unequivocally male and misogynist and white and racist and anti sematic. They are a virtual playground for the kids that were too weird (think burning cats not been really good at maths weird) to have friends.

And origins matter. Especially when the tale they tell is so tall, and is their a taller tale in the history of tall tales than Donald being the chosen one?

And what a stroke a genius to make it about children because everybody’s for children and against paedophiles, except the paedophiles, obviously. So which are you a Trump supporter or a paedophile? And how the fuck did we get here because the question makes no sense? And that’s what Q does. Murders common sense.

And after that it’s like talking to a cultist. And everybody knows you can’t talk to cultists. But nobody thinks their friend is going get trapped in a cult until they do.