On the head of a pin

In more intellectual circles, the argumentation around transgender issues is equivalent to "how many angels can dance on the head of a pin"; an ecclesiastical pondering which the common folk has no interest in or any need for.

In other words, the discussions become necessarily laden with talk of gametes, reproductive issues and chromosomes because it suits the detractors as key differentiators. 

The problem with this is that real life doesn't operate this way. A completely stealth transgender woman lives her life on a pragmatic level based on interactions that don't involve these things. Most people don't even understand them. 

To the public she is a woman and possibly to most of the people she calls acquaintances. Perhaps only her close friends know she wasn't born female. 

Sex and gender are lived out in the world and not in a laboratory. Men and women are also born and raised with traits that bleed into each other. Meaning that the behaviour and habits that we term masculine and feminine are not the exclusive property of each birth sex. 

The general public is not versed in the kinds of issues I sometimes read about or watch on podcasts. They determine who they are dealing with based on a subjective assessment which in the end has more to do with whether they are facing a nice person or an unpleasant one. 

Regretably human intolerance and stupidity often offer up their strongest presence in circles where we ignore lived experience in favour of more esoteric leanings meant to discredit the legitimacy of people; people whose sex or gender are secondary to the more important question of their character.

It's one of the specialties and qualities I find most distasteful in the odious gender critical movement.