Changing Times, Part 3

Roy Hanu Hart, M.D., aka Doctor Faith, July 3, 2017

I don’t know how many times I’ve written or said this, but I’ll repeat it once again. There are two sexes: one is called male and the other is called female. Check your Bible to confirm this revealing reality. You will find it in Genesis 5:2: “He created them [meaning us] male and female.”

The Bible, the book that made western civilization possible, is the bane of secular humanists; so to their way of thinking, biblical pronouncements contrary to their point of view have no credence in this the postmodern world. But Genesis 5:2 is scientifically factual, and thus science buttresses the biblical verse.

Once again, we, members of the species Homo sapiens, have two sexes, and the first words out of the mouth of the delivering obstetrician are: “It’s a boy” or “It’s a girl.” The determination is made solely by inspection. Sex variations, or intersex, occur about 1 in 1500 to 1 in 2000 births. Therefore, it can be said that the vast majority of people are either male or female, and then, of course, there are errors of nature. Some errors are related to one’s protoplasmic integrity, and then there are issues of sexuality that originate in the psyche.

The obstetrician, in saying “It’s a boy” or "It’s a girl,” is designating the baby’s sex, not gender. Now read the following morning news item heard on the radio Sunday morning, June 18, concerning pop-culture singer Beyonce, who had given birth to twins: “The genders of the twins have not been disclosed.”  To be correct, the announcer was referring to the babies’ sex.

Again, and I have written this in so many places, gender is a grammatical term. There are three genders: masculine, feminine, and neuter, e.g., he, she, and it, respectively, as in man, woman, and child. Beyonce’s adoring fans want to know the sex – male or female, boy or girl -- of her twins. Their gender is not what is being asked for.

Candy Darling (real name James Slattery), who starred in one of Andy Warhol’s films, Women in Revolt (1971), and was known as a pioneering drag-queen transsexual, was a living embodiment of several sexual terms that are now appearing  with ever-increasing frequency in this postmodern era.  S/he was variably identified as a transvestite, transgender actress, and transsexual. To define these terms, a transvestite is a cross-dresser. The transsexual is someone who identifies as a member of the opposite sex whether or not s/he has undergone a surgical sex change. Transgender applies to any of these and anyone else who does not conform to traditional sexual roles. Darling, a biological male (XY chromosome pattern), was always referred to as “she,” which was his/her so-called gender identity. Sexual identity is still the preferred terminology for traditional psychotherapists. There is no urgent need to change “sexual” to “gender.” For example, there is no practical reason to replace the expression “sexual identity issues” with “gender identity issues.”

In 2013, the American Psychiatric Association changed “Gender identity disorder” to “Gender dysphoria,” de-emphasizing  “sexual” identity issues as a psychiatric disorder, similar to the move the APA carried out in 1973 when it declassified homosexuality as a psychiatric disorder.  The APA has a tendency to buckle under whenever special minority groups lean on it. (For many years, psychiatry was the dumping  ground for homosexuality, actually an issue pediatricians, molecular geneticists, and endocrinologists are in a better position to explore.)  

In the Billy Wilder farce Some Like It Hot, Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis play a pair of Prohibition Era musicians who witness a mob murder in Chicago and find refuge in an all-girl band -- disguised in high heels, swanky dresses, and dripping with facial makeup. No one in 1959, when the film was released, saw sexual pathology in what the two main characters were doing on screen. It was all innocent movie-land fun. However, the age of innocence was about to run its course as we entered the Sixties. The modern world ended, and the postmodern era came rushing in like a tsunami. The difference between the two worlds is like the contrast between the Iliad and the Odyssey. (See pages 193-4 in my book Journey’s End for clarification of this statement.)

In the postmodern world, here in what has become Alice in AmericaLand, irreason has replaced reason and unreality has replaced reality. The secularists, or secular humanists, now not only run society, but they also shape the culture. Ever since the Sixties, the fanatical feminist wing of the National Organization for Women, the feminatics, on the whole secularists, has been inching us toward an androgynous society. There are two sexes but three (grammatical) genders. They favor the third of these, the neuter gender. Reduce the male to an androgyne, a neuter, and they will have won the battle of the sexes. Just survey the college scene for an insight into what’s going on today: droves of young snowflakes, among their other developmental issues, are in distress (dysphoric) over or not sure of their expected male or female roles. For them, manhood and womanhood are alien concepts – they have been raised to think of themselves in terms of personhood, which is a neutered state.

Reworded, the fanatical element of the NOW bunch, along with their unwitting allies, harbor a fear or hatred of masculinity, technically referred to as andrismophobia (from Gk. andrismos, masculinity). They make for interesting patients in psychotherapy – if you can get them to the psychotherapist.   

Mother Nature is not on the side of democracy. Her concern is the survival of the species, not the individual. Our democratically oriented society considers every life to be precious (except the preborn) and will enact laws to protect those deemed vulnerable. Males with Klinefelter syndrome (born with cells that have an extra X chromosome and are XXY instead of XY), for example, are sterile and thus dispensable, as far as Nature is concerned. What matters to her is that we continue to reproduce ourselves in sufficient numbers to keep the species viable. How we do that in terms of our human dramas doesn’t move her in the least. For certainty, androgyny, the direction in which we are drifting, or more accurately, being led, is a dead end for the human species. Vive la difference. (“Long live the difference.”)

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