Johnathan

Jonathan Kent: 

Been showing off a bit, 

haven't you, son?

Clark Kent: 

Uh... I didn't mean to show off, Pa. 

It's just that... 

well, guys like that Brad, 

I just wanna tear 'em apart... 

I know I shouldn't, but...

Jonathan Kent: 

I know. You can do all these amazing things, 

and sometimes you think that you will just go bust 

unless you can tell someone about it.

Clark Kent: 

Yeah!... I mean, every time 

I get the ball, I can make a touchdown. 

Every time! 

Is it showing-off for a person to do 

what he's capable of? 

Is A Bird showing off when it flies..?

Jonathan Kent: 

No! No, now you listen to me :

When you first came to us, 

we thought that people would come and take you away 

because if they found out about the things you could do, 

well that worried us a lot. 

But then A Man gets older 

and he thinks very differently, and — Things get very clear  —

And there's one thing 

I do know, son, And that is —

YOU are HERE 

for a REASON. 

I don't know whose reason it is, 

or whatever the reason... 

maybe it's... I don't know.... 

But I do know one thing: 

It's not to score touchdowns.

Clark Kent: 

Thanks Dad. C'mon Dad! 

I'll race you to it!

Jonathan Kent: 

You will?

[Both of them run to the barn.]

Clark Kent: 

C'mon! C'mon!

[Clark runs into the barn with his dog. Jonathan starts having a heart attack.]

Jonathan Kent: 

Oh, no —!

[He collapses. Martha Kent looks over at the barn.]

Martha Kent: 

Johathan... 

Jonathan!

[Clark runs out from the barn.]

Clark Kent: 

Dad...

"Something is added to cricket by the angle of the sun as it stands at four o'clock in early September. 

The shadows are longer, there's a suggestion of colder days approaching, of Circular Time, of aspects of our lives dying away and returning. 

The other sort of time is called Linear Time -- Life is hard and then one dies.... if that's something one is liable to do. 

Cricket, to me, seems to stand for The Former and against The Latter. 

It's something that dies but returns and writes mortals into History, in stories and statistics. Perhaps that's why it appeals to me. 

I, also, die and return, like a hardy perennial. 

However, Linear Time is currently impinging on the Hampshire town of Stockbridge in the form of an end-of-season struggle to avoid relegation from the top-most league of village cricket. 

They're raging against the dying of the light, they need wins not draws. They need umpires to take the brightest possible view of those stormy skies overhead. 

They need to play in horizontal rain if they have to. I've seen them do just that in the last couple of weeks, but I've joined them so late this year that I may not be much help...."

Behind The Mirrors

"Only The Good" Alternate Ending

[-- 25 - Int. Red Dwarf Landing bay 2 ------------------------------19:26--]

[The Dwarfers approach a dark and empty section of corridors leading towards the landing bay. A short way along a corridor, a film of some gelatinous, lumpy substance coats the various metal surfaces, and the whole section steams and drips steadily as the metal corrodes away]

[Enter KRYTEN, LISTER]

KRYTEN

  The microbe, which destroyed 

the Hermes - it's on Red Dwarf!

[Enter RIMMER, KOCHANSKI, CAT]

LISTER

  How?

RIMMER

  The microbe's chameleonic, so it must 

have been the escape pod; the one Talia 

whatsername arrived on.

LISTER

  We've gotta go back and tell them.

RIMMER

  But what about our escape?

LISTER

  It could be days before they discover this! If we go back now, they've got a chance to work on an antidote.

RIMMER

  You're just acting all brave and 

manly to impress her, aren't you?

KOCHANSKI

  No, Dave's right. He's looking at the big picture.

RIMMER

  Yeah, 'the big picture' involves you, 

no clothes and a haystack.

[-- 26 - Int. Central chamber, floor 13 ----------------------------20:01--]

[Prisoners, CAPTAIN HOLLISTER present]

[HOLLISTER stands on the the first level balcony that circles the chamber and looks down at the inmates]

HOLLISTER

  Red Dwarf is being devoured from within 

by a corrosive micro-organism. As you probably know, 

we don't have enough craft for everyone to be rescued,

so most of you will be staying behind to die. 

Oh, there's an apology about

that in the internal mail.

[-- 27 - Model/CGI shot --------------------------------------------20:18--]

[Red Dwarf cruises through space, as several squadrons of Blue Midget and Starbug transport craft stream away]

[-- 28 - Int. Landing bay 2, corroding corridor --------------------20:28--]

[KRYTEN, LISTER, RIMMER, KOCHANSKI, CAT present]

[KRYTEN holds a test tube, and gingerly collects a quantity of the dark brown, jelly-like microbe]

KRYTEN

  Just as I thought. Created in a lab and

programmed not to destroy glass.

CAT

  So all we need is a plutonium powered 

greenhouse and we're home free!

KRYTEN

  We need an antidote. Something that 

can neutralise the corrosive 

negativity of the microbe.

LISTER

  Something with a corrosive *positivity*?

CAT

  So where do we get that?

HOLLY [on LISTER's wristwatch]

  There's nothing in Yellow Pages.

KOCHANSKI

  A mirror universe! A universe where things are diametrically opposite to

this one. There, negative becomes positive, and a virus becomes an antidote.

[-- 29 - Int. Recovery room ----------------------------------------20:59--]

[KRYTEN, CAT, LISTER, KOCHANSKI, RIMMER present]

[KRYTEN fusses over a small device he has placed on a platform in the centre

 of the room. KRYTEN powers up his machine, and a shimmering beam of light

 streams from the unit and into the prism positioned in front of it. The

 light emerges on the other side of the prism, circled by diminishing

 concentric rings, continuing forward until it strikes a tall mirror hung on

 the wall. The mirror 'ripples' as the beam perturbs its surface]

KRYTEN

  If there's even the slightest imperfection in the prism, the mirror

universe may be an imperfect version of our own. That's something we won't

know until we get there.

[LISTER gestures to RIMMER to lead on. Holding the tube of microbes in his

 right hand, RIMMER steps through the mirror...]

[-- 30 - Int. Mirror universe, Recovery room -----------------------21:18--]

[RIMMER present]

[...and emerges in a mirror image of the room he just left. RIMMER holds up

 the test tube, surprised to see that he now holds it in his left hand, and

 that its contents have turned white]

[-- 31 - Int. Recovery room ----------------------------------------21:22--]

[KRYTEN, CAT, LISTER, KOCHANSKI present]

[An angry pop and a flash of sparks come from KRYTEN's machine, and the beam

 of light abruptly cuts off. KOCHANSKI, in the act of following RIMMER,

 finds herself colliding with a suddenly solid mirror]

[-- 32 - Int. Mirror universe, Recovery room -----------------------21:25--]

[RIMMER present]

[RIMMER notices the mirror solidify behind him and spins around, panicked.

 He checks the now-solid surface closely, but there's nothing he can do]

[-- 33 - Int. Recovery room ----------------------------------------21:28--]

[KRYTEN, CAT, LISTER, KOCHANSKI present]

[The machine fizzles and pops, showering sparks and sending a cloud of smoke

 spiralling upwards]

KRYTEN

  It's overloaded! We've lost Mister Rimmer!

CAT

  At last, things are looking up!

LISTER

  How long's it going to take to fix that thing?

KRYTEN

  Well, best guess, about twenty minutes.

[-- 34 - Int. Mirror universe, Recovery room -----------------------21:39--]

[RIMMER looks around the room. We see a close up on a TV screen, which is

 showing an old black and white sci-fi horror movie. A woman is carrying

 a creature dressed in a dark suit and helmet that kicks its legs and howls

 melodramatically.

 There is a knock on the door. RIMMER realises what is going on, and dives

 to the bed, taking off his boots. The caller knocks again, while RIMMER

 finds a blanket tucked behind a pillow on the bed]

[-- 34 - Int. Mirror universe, Corridor outside recovery room ------22:00--]

[CREWMEMBER present]

[Close up: a CREWMEMBER knocks again on the door]

[-- 35 - Int. Mirror universe, Recovery room -----------------------22:02--]

[RIMMER has managed to slip under the blanket. The door slides open and

 RIMMER hastily grabs the microbe tube and stuffs it under the blanket]

[Enter MIRROR HOLLISTER]

[M.HOLLISTER is carrying a tray with a drink and clipboard on it, and smiles

 sycophantically]

M.HOLLISTER

  Can I come in, sir?

  I did knock, sir, perhaps you didn't hear?

  Here's your hot lemon, sir.

[RIMMER takes a sip, before handing the glass back and glancing at the

 insignias on M.HOLLISTER's shirt]

RIMMER

  Thank you, erm... Private... nobody.

M.HOLLISTER

  Oh, er, a few directives to sign, sir.

RIMMER

  Of course, laddie.

[RIMMER takes the clipboard and turns to the second page, then scowls]

RIMMER

  A free pardon, exonerating you from all crimes?

[RIMMER tears out the false directive and throws it away. M.HOLLISTER exhales

 loudly]

M.HOLLISTER

  Oohhh, I don't know how that got in there, sir, I, er... I...

RIMMER

  Want to be an officer, don't you, laddie?

M.HOLLISTER

  Oh, sir, could I? One day, could I be?

RIMMER

  No, I don't think you could.

[RIMMER takes a pen and tries to sign a directive, but his arm refuses to control the pen properly]

RIMMER

  Of course, it's a mirror universe, everything's opposite...

[RIMMER puts the pen in his left hand and signs the directive. Suddenly, a

thought occurs to him and he grins excitedly. Lifting the blanket, he

glances downwards, stares intently for a few moments and swallows]

RIMMER

  My God... this is gonna take some getting used to...

[Enter MIRROR TALIA]

M.TALIA

  They said it was okay to drop by...

  You look wonderful...

RIMMER

  So do you...

  [To M.HOLLISTER:] That'll be all, shambles.

M.HOLLISTER

  Yes, sir.

M.TALIA

  You made Captain -

[Exit MIRROR HOLLISTER]

M.TALIA

  You've done so well. Your own ship... wow! I've got goosebumps.

RIMMER

  So have I!

M.TALIA

  Let me kiss you.

[As M.TALIA leans forward, RIMMER grabs her eagerly and presses her lips to

 his in a passionate kiss. Immediately, though, the woman tries to squirm

 away, making muffled protests. RIMMER realises the problem and releases

 her]

M.TALIA

  What are you doing!?

RIMMER

  I'm giving you a big, wet snog, with oodles of Tommy-tongue!

M.TALIA

  But I'm your sister!

[Shock paints RIMMER's face, and he sits bolt upright in the bed]

RIMMER

  Yes, of course, but I was really pleased to see you. I, erm...

M.TALIA

  You French-kissed me!

RIMMER

  No, it was nearer Antwerp. I Belgium-kissed you. I - I - I... urrrgghh...

I've been really ill... You're the Captain's sister?

[RIMMER begins to hyperventilate, then passes out. Seconds later, he lets

out an abrupt groan and sits up again]

RIMMER

  Oh, my god, what a terrible dream!

  Oh, hi, sis! It's me, Arnie, your bro! Get your big ol' lumpy bum down

here and give'us a big hug!

[RIMMER reaches out, catching M.TALIA's nose between his fingers playfully

 and shaking her head, but she pulls her nose free and backs away, appalled]

M.TALIA

  Captain Rimmer! I am Sister Talia Garrett; your personal spiritual

advisor!

[M.TALIA lets out a strained whimper and flees]

[Exit M.TALIA]

RIMMER

  Sis! Sister... whoever you are!

  Oh, smeg!

[-- 36 - Int. Mirror universe, Science office ----------------------24:50--]

[MIRROR KOCHANSKI present]

[M.KOCHANSKI sits at a desk engrossed in a magazine. In this mirror

 universe, she has tumbling blonde curls, and is wearing a pink satin

 blouse]

[Enter RIMMER]

RIMMER

  Excuse me?

M.KOCHANSKI

  Yes?

[M.KOCHANSKI speaks in a nasal voice, and doesn't look up from her magazine]

RIMMER

  I wonder, could you tell me what this is?

[M.KOCHANSKI frowns at the tube RIMMER holds up]

M.KOCHANSKI

  You'll have to ask the professor, then. He does all that stupid, sciencey

brain-box type stuff.

[A door, marked 'HAZARD AREA' mirrored backwards, swings open]

[Enter MIRROR CAT]

[The MIRROR CAT is wearing a tweed suit, bow tie and glasses, and wears his

 hair in a short afro cut]

M.CAT

  Somebody call?

RIMMER

  Professor!?

M.CAT

  Yes, Captain?

RIMMER

  Perhaps you could help me. What's this?

[RIMMER hands him the test tube, which M.CAT sniffs]

M.CAT

  Hmm.

[M.CAT glances at the tube under a microscope, then holds it up once more

and frowns at the contents]

M.CAT

  Hmmm, its an alkali.

RIMMER

  Oh yes? What's it called?

M.CAT

  Soliciumfrankolithicmixyalebidiumrixydixydoxydexydroxide.

  You look surprised.

RIMMER

  I never thought I'd ever hear you say that. Can you write it down for me?

M.CAT

  Certainly.

[To M.KOCHANSKI:] Can I have an extremely *long* piece of paper, my dear?

[-- 37 - Int. Recovery room ----------------------------------------25:36--]

[The mirror universe machine has apparently been fixed. It sends its beam

through the mirror once more, and is working well enough to allow RIMMER's

leg to pass through the glass, quickly followed by the rest of him]

[Enter RIMMER]

[RIMMER is holding the piece of paper with the formula, but appears to have

 left his test tube behind. As he enters the room fully, the beam of light

 from KRYTEN's machine fades away and disappears]

RIMMER

  The antidote; I did it!

RIMMER quickly realises that the room is empty. 

More worryingly, red warning lights pulse 

over the metal walls of the corridor outside.

[-- 38 - Int. Corridor outside recovery room -----------------------25:44--]

[Enter RIMMER]

[RIMMER rushes out into the corridor, as blasts of steam gush from ruptured pipes and flakes of burnt polycarbons flutter in the air. The Ship trembles alarmingly, and the sound of twisting metal can be heard all around. 

RIMMER pauses by the troublesome 

food DISPENSER and looks around in panic]

RIMMER

  Wha - Where is everyone?

DISPENSER

  They've repaired the machine and 

crossed into the mirror universe. 

You're the highest ranked crewmember 

left on the ship, so I suppose that makes

you Captain - congratulations, Cap.

RIMMER

  Smeg off!

[-- 39 - Int. Recovery room ----------------------------------------26:05--]

[Enter RIMMER]

[RIMMER dashes back into the recovery room but realises that the device is

 off and the doorway to the mirror universe is closed. He glances at t

You’re a DISGRACE to This Sport..!!

You realise, if we use this Humiliation Tactic, you're setting yourself up as 

The Bad Guy.

Look, man, whatever gets him 

in The Ring.

The Thoughts of The Ego are Quoted in BOLD :

The Thoughts of The Shadow are quoted IN RED Italics :

 I been talkin' it over 

with my wife and my manager.

 We think that...

 It's really hard to do this. 

I feel like a Bum.

 I'm thinkin' maybe it's time that I should —

 Step Down maybe 

and retire.

Gettin' out while you can?! 

Don't give this sucker no statue!

Give him guts!

 I told you I wasn't goin' away. 

You got your shot. 

Now gimme mine.

 The Father :

Why don't you get the hell outta there?!

Shut up, old man!

Tell these folks why you've been ducking’ me.

 

Politics, man! 

This Country wants to keep me down.

They don't want a man like me to have the title because I'm not a puppet like you.

 You know, you've got a big mouth, 

you know that?

Why don't you close it, Balboa?

Any time.

The Father :

The guy's crazy. 

Don't listen to him.

The little man don't wanna come to me, 

so I'll lay out The Truth.

 I am ranked number one. One! 

That means I'm The Best.

 But this bum takes the easy matches, 

fights other bums.

 I'm tellin' you and everybody here : 

I'll fight him anywhere, any time, for nothin'!!

 But you people ain't gonna see that, 

'cos he's gonna retire.

 You see, he don't fight no real man. 

He fight them set-ups.

 What....? 

The Father :

You're a disgrace to this sport...!!

 Shut up, old man! 

You don't know where I came from.

Balboa, your family doin' real nice, ain’t it? 

You call yourself a fighter? 

Prove it now!

Give me the same chance. 

The way you been duckin' is a disgrace!

 If he ain't no coward, why don't he fight me, then?

 The Father :

I can't listen to this...

I don't care what you're ranked.

You don't get no shot, and I mean that! 

What are you doin'? 

I wanna fight him.

The Father :

 Well, you got him. 

But you fight him without me.

 What are you sayin'….? 

The Father :

It's finished. 

I don't want no more of this.

 I don't want no more of it. 

You understand? 

None of it!

 It's over with!

 Hey, woman! Hey, woman. 

Listen here --

 Since your Old Man ain't got no heart, 

maybe you wanna see a real man?

 I bet you stay up every night dreaming 

you had a real man, huh?

 Bring your pretty little self over to my apartment tonight, and I'll show you a real man.

 You want it, you got it! 

You got it, man!

 I'll see you in the ring! 

You got it!

 Rocky, don't!

Mister Justice

And then The Justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part.

“I want you taking at bats off the 10th and 11 th pitcher by the end.

This is your basic breakdown

of the pitches, where you should be hitting them, why.

“So you want us to walk more?”

“Good question. YES.”

••••••••

Billy Bean :

“Mr. Justice.

Had a few thoughts.”

Mr. Justice :

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. 

Mr. Justice :

Gonna teach me some things?”

“Excuse me?”

“Never seen a GM talk to players

like that.”

“You never seen a GM who was a player. 

We got a problem, David?

“No, it's okay. I know your routine.

It's patter. It's for effect.

But it's for them, all right?

That shit ain't for me.”

“Oh, you're special?”

“You're paying me 7 million bucks

a year, man, so, yeah...

...maybe I am, a little bit.”

“No, man, I ain't paying you 7.

Yankees are paying HALF your salary.

That's what the New York Yankees think of YOU —

They're paying you $3.5 million

to play against them.”

“Where you going with this, Billy?”

“David, you're 37.

How about you and I be HONEST about what each of us WANT out of this?

I wanna milk the last ounce of baseball you got IN you.

And you wanna 

Stay in The Show. 

Let's do that.

I'm not paying you for 

the player you used to be.

I'm paying you for 

the player you are right now.

You're smart.

You get what we're trying to do here.

Make an example 

for the younger guys. 

Be A Leader.

Can you DO that?

“….All right. I got you.”

“We're cool?”

“We're cool.”

Kryptonian in Platforms

Life is hard enough 

when you belong Here.

— Morrissey,

Benghali in Platforms

Lil' Tic, set it off. DJ, 45 seconds. 

Spin that shit. 

I'ma murder this man! 

He's the type to lose a fight with a dyke 

They don't laugh 'cause you wack 

It's 'cause you white with a mic 

You're a laughingstock 

When will this laughter stop? 

When you and Everlast bitch-ass get popped 

You a wigga that invented rhyme for money 

Watch Lil' Tic spit kick The Energizer Bunny —

Rip the Rabbit head off 

Toss it to Hugh Hefner 

'Cause I don't play, boy 

Tell me who's fresher 

LT, that's right 

Cock the heat and shoot ya 

I'll punish Rabbit or obsolete Future 

My paws love to maul an MC 

'Cause he's faker than a psychic with caller ID 

So that bullshit, 

save it for storage 

'Cause this is hip-hop 

You don't belong, 

you're a tourist —

Put your hockey sticks 

and baseball bat away 

This here's Detroit 

16 Mile Road is thataway —

Whoa, whoa, okay, 

45 seconds, very nice. 

You did a good job, Lil' Bitch. 

I mean, Lil' Tic. My bad. 

All right, next up is my boy 

Bunny Rabbit. 

Hey, talk that shit if you want, 

but I vouch for this motherfucker. 

He's a motherfuckin' genius. 

Hit that shit. 

Forty-five seconds. DJ, kick it. 

Hey, yo —

“By the time they were writing, Laclau and Mouffe were aware of the demoralization that had struck much of the left. The legacy of Budapest, Prague, Vietnam and Cambodia (just a few of their own examples) had left many socialists reeling. But in this ‘whole series of positive new phenomena’ a new energy could be harnessed. Although for Laclau and Mouffe it obviously first needed an urgent ‘theoretical reconsideration’:

“The rise of the new feminism, the protest movements of ethnic, national and sexual minorities, the anti-institutional ecology struggles waged by marginalized layers of the population, the anti-nuclear movement, the atypical forms of social struggle in countries on the capitalist periphery — all these imply an extension of social conflictuality to a wide range of areas, which creates the potential, but no more than the potential, for an advance towards more free, democratic and egalitarian societies.”

The Point is that these new groups of people could be useful.

Of course those who took the advice and attempted to bring all these groups together found a number of problems in all of this. Aside from the assumed racism of the working class, the practitioners of 1980s and 1990s deconstruction provided new tensions of their own. For example, after critical race theory and gender studies had done their work, was it not hard to explain why some things that seemed fixed (especially sex and race) were in fact social constructs whereas other things that may have seemed more fluid (not least sexuality) had become viewed as completely fixed?

If these questions did detain anybody, they did not detain them for long. One of the traits of Marxist thinkers has always been that they do not stumble or self-question in the face of contradiction, as anybody aiming at Truth might. Marxists have always rushed towards contradiction.

The Hegelian dialectic only advances by means of contradiction and therefore all the complexities – one might say absurdities – met along the way are welcomed and almost embraced as though they were helpful, rather than troubling, to the cause. 

Anybody hoping that intersectionality would dissolve amid its own inherent contradictions cannot have seen the myriad of contradictions a Marxist can hold in their head at any one time.

Their ideological children in identity politics and intersectionality seem content to inhabit an ideological space littered with contradiction, absurdity and hypocrisy. 

For example, one of the foundational notions of women’s studies and feminist studies was that victims of sexual abuse should be believed. 

Discussion of rape, abuse, domestic violence and inappropriately wielded power relations lay at the basis of all women’s and feminist studies. 

Yet when a student of Avital Ronell of New York University filed a Title IX complaint against her in 2017, accusing her of sexual harassment, the alleged harasser found Ronell’s academic colleagues coming out in support for her. 

Along with Slavoj Žižek and others, Judith Butler was among the signatories to a letter condemning the investigation of Ronell, testifying to her own character (‘the grace, the keen wit’) and attempting the equivalent of a drive-by shooting against the reputation of her male accuser. 

Specifically they demanded that Ronell ‘be accorded the dignity rightly deserved by someone of her international standing and reputation’.

All of which suggested that allegations of abuse are indeed always to be taken seriously, unless the victim is a man or the accused is a professor of feminist literary theory. In all matters, such contradictions merely have to be got over.

By contrast, anybody who got in the way of this direction of travel found themselves mown down with astonishing vigour. The weapons to hand (accusations of racism, sexism, homophobia and finally transphobia) were all too easy to wield and there was no price to pay for wielding them unfairly, unjustifiably or indeed frivolously. Critics of the emerging orthodoxy, including scientists, were accused of being propelled by the most base motives. 

As Steven Pinker wrote in 2002, ‘Many writers are so desperate to discredit any suggestion of an innate human constitution that they have thrown logic and civility out the window . . . The analysis of ideas is commonly replaced by political smears and personal attacks . . . The denial of human nature has spread beyond the academy and has led to a disconnect between intellectual life and common sense.’

Of course it had. For the purpose of large sections of academia had ceased to be the exploration, discovery or dissemination of Truth. The purpose had instead become the creation, nurture and propagandization of a particular, and peculiar, brand of politics. The purpose was not academia, but activism.”

“Passing privilege” is the concept that transgender people face less prejudice when they are perceived as cisgender, including less risk of harassment and violence and *better employment opportunities.*

For those in the transgender community the ability to pass is held as the standard of sorts for which to ascribe to. 

However in terms of the privilege associated with passing there is a general lack of research about the impact that successfully passing has on a multitude of aspects of an individual’s societal experience.

However it can be noted in a few studies that successfully passing can impact ones likelihood to experience homelessness as well as ones experience with homeless shelters themselves. 

Passing privilege in these cases can present as the following experiences or lack thereof as pertaining to homelessness. 

11.4% of surveyed individuals stated that they had experienced homelessness directly related to their gender identity, with a bigger percentage of 16.3% indicating they needed to seek new or short term living arrangements due to their identity. As for those dealing with direct homelessness those who lacked the ability to pass were more likely to experience a variety of difficulties including harassment from staff and other visitors, difficulties being accepted to and staying in the shelters themselves, and due to these factors being less likely to seek assistance from shelters.

Risks of NOT passing

The risks of not fully passing for the gender one is attempting to pass for can vary depending on the circumstances. 

There is a significant difference between drag queens or those who dress for performances, and transgender people or those who vary from the gender binary. 

For those who attempt to pass as a means of a differently gendered lifestyle the risks assumed can be greater. Being outed by ones physical attributes as a transgender or gender non-conforming individual can negatively impact one’s cultural experience, resulting in neglect, abuse, or disownment by one’s community.

According to data from the U.S 2015 Transgender survey, 88% of those interviewed were denied “equal treatments and services” as a result of their trans identity.

Transgender people face high rates of discrimination and harassment, particularly among trans women of color.

Transgender people face high rates of harassment and violence both sexual and physical, sexual objectification and social stigma.

The experience of transphobia can also lead to negative impacts on mental health, as noted by Lombardi, Melendez & Pinto, Nuttbrock in the article “Experiences of transphobia have consistently been found to be associated with depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem”.