Quotes About Gender

How are we ever going to understand what happens when a civilization comes apart at the seams, as it did in Germany, if we fail to see the most glaring distinctions, such as the gender gap?

Wars, and hence the memories of wars, are owned by the male species. And facism is a decidely male property, whether you were for or against it. Besides, women have no past, or aren't supposed to have one. A man can have an interesting past, a woman only indecent.

Chicks, man, am I right? They crazy," you say. "Yes, what IS the deal with over half the human population of the planet? They're definitely all 100% insane," Horatio replies sarcastically.

The world is full of pussy whipped men and dick whipped bitches.

You got your dick in the vagina so much I should just call you a pussy.

I hope I can help guys come out and say, 'All right, dude, I got a manicure... and I liked it.'

I'm just saying: I have never really felt like a girl is not the same as I have always felt like a boy. I mention this because when I have these tortuous inner conversations about how I may yet need to change my body and whether (and in what way) I am prepared to invest myself in the destination model of transition, I have to keep reminding myself of this important thing.

Instead of wishing for the Field Guide, be glad to live in the beautiful chaos of each of us finding our way into our own gendered menu, our own identity, and our own name for it, which—if you will just love us while we do this complex and fragile part—we will kiss into your mouth with such gratitude when we're through.

When people speak admiringly of a butch, what I see is someone who has taken on the best gendered characteristics of both woman and man, left a lot of the stuff born of misogyny and heterosexism behind, and walked forward into the world without apology.

And at the risk of answering the same question the same way over and over: it's not a fucking binary. It would be easier for a lot of people if it were, but it just bloody well ain't, and nothing any of us does can make it that way. Please take a deep breath. Or,

You do not see deviantly gendered people walking around with Nalgene bottles, getting our sixty-four recommended ounces as we go through our days. I am sure that somewhere there is an argument to be made that the trans community as a whole is a little cranky because we could all use a nice big glass of water.

If I am seen as a butch, or a man, I am now—to some minds—walking with someone who is under my protection and who is in my possession. Whatever critiques of gender and culture apply to that assumption, and they are numerous as the grains of sand, they do not always assert themselves in the walkaday world.

I have seen all manner of men and boys melt away when I appear and rest my hand lightly but familiarly on a waist or neck, looking friendly and interested and present and big in my body. It rises up in me unbidden, every time, the knowledge that keeping this femme safe when I am not present may have something to do with the public perception of who might be in the wings to protect her.

But then they were males, and therefore idiots about some things.

A man remains a man no matter how poor his conduct. A woman, even if she were to deviate for one instance, from the role given to her by men, is branded a whore. She is viewed with lust and contempt. Society closes on her doors it leaves ajar for a man stained by the same ink. If both are equal, why are our barbs reserved for the woman?

To those men who say that women from "good families" must come into the world of cinema, I have this question: What is it that you mean by "good?" A woman, who honestly puts her wares on display, and sells them without an intention to cheat, is such a woman not virtuous?

She carried herself with the thought that she was a decent person and she often wondered why the men in her life were not decent too

Bilhassa tahammül edemedi?im bir ?ey, kad?n?n erkek kar??s?nda her zaman pasif kalmaya mecbur olu?u... Neden? Niçin daima biz kaçaca??z ve siz kovalayacaks?n?z? Niçin daima biz teslim olaca??z ve siz teslim alacaks?n?z? Niçin sizin yalvar??lar?n?zda bile bir tahakküm, bizim reddedi?lerimizde bile bir âciz bulunacak?

Zannediyorlar ki, bir erke?e kar?? hiddet, hatta nefret duymaya ba?layan bir kad?n, hemen ba?ka erkekler bulup boyunlar?na sar?lmak ister...

But what I hate most is women always having to be passive … Why? Why are we always the ones running away and you are the ones chasing after us? Why is it always that we surrender and you take the spoils? Why is it that even in the way you beg, there is dominance, and pity in the way we refuse?

If we had no problem with biology, we would not make a distinction between who was who. Everybody would be known for what they are worth; whether somebody is male or female would be irrelevant.

The self is the same. Either you wear a masculine peel or a feminine peel. That is all it is.

I don't know how many marriage breakups are caused by these movie-and television-addicted women expecting some bouquets and kissing and hugging and being swept out like Cinderella for dinner and dancing -- then getting mad when a poor, scraggly husband comes in tired and sweaty from working like a dog all day, looking for some food.

It seems that some women love to be exploited. when they are not exploited, they exploit the man.