A few posts ago, you said this:
But then you said this:
So on the one hand, categories and labels are flexible and adaptable; but on the other hand they are rigid and absolute. Which is it?
And as Priceguy says, why do we need to label everything?
Okay, so, here, hypothetically, we have Steve. He’s turned on by the thought of a shemale, but he’s also got a bit of furry going on. What he really wants is to meet a Minnie Mouse mascot, go down on her, open her costume, and find a big dick. Imagining sucking this dick makes fireworks go off in his brain.
Now, here, we have Roger. He’s also interested in shemales, generally, but more specifically, he has a masturbating nurse kink. What he really wants is to be lying half-asleep in a hospital bed, when a hot chick nurse enters, unbuttons her uniform, and unleashes a throbbing erection, which she proceeds to stroke off, depositing her load in his water pitcher, while he pretends to be asleep.
And over here, maybe, we have Hamid. He likes the idea of being publicly humiliated by a shemale dominatrix. And in fact, nothing would make him happier than to be strapped to the hood of a Cadillac Eldorado in the middle of Times Square, while a corseted babe stands straddling his face, grips her cock by the root, and mushroom stamps the hell out of him.
Into what possible category could all of these men be exclusively placed? As far as I’m concerned, there’s basically no overlap here.
And that’s fine.
You are very familiar, I’m sure, in threads about evolution, with the fallacy of the strictly bounded species, as frequently expressed by the biologically ignorant and the scientifically dishonest. This bird is this bird, they say, and it is not that bird. Or big cat. Or fish, or bug, or whatever. They are separate, and they will always be separate, goes the argument. It’s wrong, obviously. But it’s understandable, in the ignorant at least, because our limited human experience tells us, intuitively, that this thing is not that thing. Our intuition, based on our limited perspective, leads us astray; but you can see where it comes from. It takes a lot of knowledge and experience to recognize that the lines between species are fairly arbitrary, representing little more than a temporary snapshot of a fluid, ever-changing system, and that the lines we draw and the names we assign are really more for our convenience than anything else. They certainly don’t capture any kind of objective reality.
You’re doing the same thing here. This doesn’t make sense to you, so you’re trying to draw boundaries and place labels in such a way as to make it make sense. And all you’re doing is making clear how difficult it is to put yourself – in the sense of “oneself,” not you specifically – totally in somebody else’s unfamiliar shoes.
That’s normal. That’s human.
And so, unfortunately, is being unreasonable about it. 