People keep talking about how women must be inclusive and about how bad it is for one of us to be ‘exclusionary’.

It’s increasingly clear that it isn’t us as people that they want to be inclusive. They’re not asking us to be as decent to trans people as we are to everyone else.

They’re asking for our bodies to be inclusive.Inclusive of other’s daydreams and desires. Our periods, menopause, ability to lactate, our fertility or infertility, our ability to gestate, our losses like miscarriage and all our unique biological realities are up for grabs.

I’ve seen Transwomen write on all of those things. Spelling out their sorrow and dressing it in a pervasive entitlement to being female. No word exists about us that they don’t feel like they should share. Give up woman. Give up female. Exist only as a site of fantasy and fiction

Our wombs, just as they have always been under patriarchy, must be considered public property. Earmarked for the Transwomen who might one day have them. Who will tell the story that it is an oppression to be born without one even for a male human being.

And of course people will nod along to the idea that womb transplants will be done with our consent when (if) it is possible but the historical subjugation of women and the current treatment of the entire female sex proves the lie to that before the experimenting even begins.

Womens bodies must be inclusive. No boundaries can exist to mark the line between us&the half of the human species which keeps behaving like this

If we lived in a world that didnt see women as vessels&receptacles,as objects of passion&passivity,none of this conversation could be

Women must grant sex to the male ‘lesbians’ and let other males into our pregnancy groups to publicly fantasise about carrying a pregnancy to stillbirth. Our trauma as masturbation fodder and as validation. As it ever was. We must open up our spaces&every corner of our lives.

There must be no place, no refuge, no part of our beings that women can claim and which is not defined and ultimately controlled by male human beings. There is no sanctuary bell for women. And when we finally speak our words of pain and disgust at all of it, we are the bad ones.

We have ruined the fantasy that women live to soothe and gratify and instead we have said no.

All the rage, threatening, wheedling, denouncing and coercing that follows is the response of those who find the dirt ground beneath their feet has risen up to bloom in flowers.

It is the eternal male rage at women who say we exist in our own right. It’s the old hatred of the bold women who say let me vote, let me work,let me sleep with who I like,let me refuse to marry you,let my body be mine,let me conceive of myself without reference to you at all.

And this is why so many women are so afraid to even speak out.

This is an ancient oppression and we have been conditioned for centuries to know that the witches are burned and the fallen women are shunned.

But every time a woman says no, another woman begins to see that she can