First off: this thread has excellent gender, this'll go nicely in my entropy pool. Gendernoise here.
I'm gonna soapbox for this. It's easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to get permission, after all.
I feel that the thing that underpins a lot of shittiness w.r.t. people vs. LGBTQ+ subjects is the idea of mediation. The social constructs around us that say that it is not only possible, but that it's
good to stuff the 'entropy of being' into neat little boxes. I believe it terrifies mediocre people when you show them trans people, Queerness, things 'acting weird', because it forces them to grapple with "error" states.
After all,
glitch art is an inexorably transgender expression because it is that idea of deriving beauty from "error" states of (computational) systems, a reflection of how being trans is an evident "unaddressed" state of the systems of, and around gender. If you're in the business of packing chaos into semantic boxes, then we were not "meant" to happen, as much as glitches are not "meant" to happen.
I'm gonna say that the bullshit around gender is a situation vaguely similar what
the recent Folding Ideas vid on Warcraft described. Bullshit around nonconformity is similar to how a player was shamed and bullied for doing something that a) is statistically insignificant, and b) literally meant nothing, because they're playing the wrong class for the stats to matter.
The actual things that do biologically matter if you are trans, nonbinary or just "different" are weaponized against you to enforce indefensible premises, because we're all stuck in the collective illusion.
Hell, it's not like mediation is necessarily a cishet-exclusive thing.
I have fallen victim to this, as a trans entity myself. The urge to put things into boxes runs deep. Labels, for instance, can be oppressive when you say that certain features are label X, because it is that implicit usage of force to put people into boxes that only they should have the right to check in and out of. It's a consent failure.
People are way more entropic than the labels we can assign to them. People are not the boxes we airdrop on them.
Everyone is the illusion of order constructed, brick by brick, out of chaos.