by: Butch Wonders
I bet we’ve all experienced at least one of the following:
(1) Being told we don’t “belong” to a group we think we belong to.
(2) Having someone assume we’re part of a group with which we don’t actually identify.
(3) Hearing someone else identify with a group to which we belong, and being annoyed because we don’t consider them a part of the group.
Where does identity “policing” come from? And why, in the LGBTQ community,* of all places, does it seem to happen so often? I was pondering this the other day and came up with a short list of possible (no doubt interrelated, and no doubt often subconscious) reasons:
- You feel marginalized in various ways because of an identity you claim. If another person who claims that identity is not marginalized in the same ways, it may feel unfair that they “get” to claim that identity, too. (For example, I suspect this is why female-ID’d butches sometimes don’t like trans men claiming butch identities. Butch women have to deal with looking gender-nonconforming virtually all the time. Many trans men can pass as gender-normative if they want to.)
- You want a group to specificallydefine you, not to be some kind of broad identity that anyonecan claim. (For example, ever encounter a hipster type who claims to be “queer but straight?” If so, you might know the feeling I’m describing.)
- You’re an “average” member of some group. But if the group is opened to people of some other identity, too, you become lower status within this group. (Butch women/trans men is a good example for this concept, too. Men are higher status in American society [and, unfortunately, in most others as well]. Trans men often pass as men, look like men, etc. If trans men can be butches and butch = masculine, then there’s a way in which trans men are “more butch” than female identified butches. Some female butches may find this threatening.)
- Your group is already low status in society, and you don’t want an even lower status group to join it, because then it will make your group evenlower status. (For example, I’ve heard lesbians eschew trans women who consider themselves lesbians, and gay men eschew trans men who consider themselves gay men.)
- You think your group is cooler than some other subset of it, so you emphasize a boundary to separate you from that subset. (E.g., I’ve heard gay men say disparaging things about lesbians, distinguishing sharply between themselves and queer women–arguably, drawing on male privilege while implicitly chastising lesbians for their gender nonconformity and/or “unattractiveness.” [To be clear, I firmly believe that this kind of statement is an outlier.])
- They lack some aspect of the identity you claim. You see this aspect as central to the identity. If they don’t share that aspect, you can’t talk to them about it in the same way, so all of a sudden the group you felt comfortable in includes people you can’t talk to (in the same way) about something central to the identity. (For example, if your queer women’s group includes a bunch of bisexual women who are dating men, it might feel kind of weird to talk with them about what it’s like to be, say, a queer woman at a work function to which partners are invited.)
- You feel like you “got there first” and have a feeling of ownership over the identity. When people who aren’t like you start to claim it, you may feel like the identity is changing in a way that excludes you. You want the group to define you–you want it to be a nice fit, not some broad umbrella identity under which you happen to fall. (For example, if you identify as genderqueer or neutrois and as neither male nor female, you may feel uncomfortable or discouraged if people who identify as [and appear to be] either fully male or fully female say that they are genderqueer.)
As I’ve talked about before, I’m no fan of identity policing. Nonetheless, I can understand the impetus behind it, and I bet I’ve unintentionally engaged in it. I hope I’ve caught myself, questioned myself, and asked where the impulse was coming from.
Of course, identity policing and boundary-drawing doesn’t just happen in the queer community. It happens with regard to age, race, class, and just about every other social group we can think of.
Nor do I mean to suggest that identity policing always arises from bad motives, or the intention to exclude others. I suspect we’d all agree that it’s important to have social and psychological spaces where we can understand ourselves, question our assumptions, and feel at home with people we believe are like us.
What do you think about all of this? Have you ever seen, experienced, or engaged in identity policing? Do you think it exists in the queer community?
Looking forward to hearing your thoughts.**
* I was recently a guest speaker in a queer studies class in which several of the students suggested that calling LGBTQ folks a “community” is false and s
** If you feel the urge to write, ”Why do we have to label ourselves at all?” or “We’re all human beings,” or something similar, please read this first.
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Thanks for sharing; I found this really engaging. My one question is, the first * (referencing the queer studies class) appears to be cut off, and I was wondering how that statement ended.
Maybe it fits into one of the categories you’ve already listed and I missed it, but I think there’s another reason that can go in that list, but I don’t think I can put it in words as succinctly: the fear of what people outside the label will assume about everyone using that label. If someone who identifies in the same label as you but for different reasons, that it will make other people think everyone is like that. One example might be with butch women and trans men – that the women might fear people will think that all butch women want to be men.
There is another situation regarding identity policing that I’ve seen numerous times from both within and without the community. The examples you’ve listed are all about personal identity and keeping “otherness” from being included, but there is another kind of identity policing which is actually kind of the opposite: trying to claim their identity doesn’t exist at all and they’re just afraid of being in an already existing label. The most common example of this that I’ve seen is people assuming that trans women are just some extreme example of gay men who are trying to run away from the label as gay men and trying to “conform” to society somehow. I’ve also seen trans men being accused of being “lesbians too afraid of the label so they’re disguising themselves to appear heterosexually normative”. I’ve seen these accusation both from outside the community AND from within, totally ignoring fact that some trans men are gay and some trans women are lesbians and dismissing these facts when brought up.
I have definitely been subject to much identity policing. I’m a bisexual butch, two labels which are apparently incompatible in many people’s minds. In addition to the usual biphobic comments one can expect in any gathering of queer women, I’m sometimes told that I’m not allowed to claim the label “butch” because it’s exclusively for lesbians, even though I wear men’s clothing, sometimes bind and have an androgynous gender identity. I’ve also been told that I’m a misogynist because anyone who claims to be bisexual is actually a straight girl pleading for attention or just slutty, and butches are obviously misogynistic because we reject (and therefore must despise) traditional femininity, taking on the role and privilege of men. And then I ALSO get hate from people who claim that bisexual is binarist and therefore I’m actually pansexual because I am androgynous. First, bisexual is not binarist (it means “attracted to genders similar to and different from me” rather than “attracted to two genders”), and second, even if I were only attracted to normative masculinity and femininity, I’m still allowed to have any gender presentation I like.
I’ve also ahd my queer identity called into question simply because once in a while I like to put on a slinky dress and play at being a hard femme for a night. Which, seriously? Come on.