In myth and psyche alike, boundaries are sacred. In ancient tales, to trespass the gods’ delineations—between mortal and divine, between realms of day and night—was to invite chaos. So too, in our human world, one boundary runs deep in every culture and legal system: the line between female and male. This boundary is not a trivial line on a map; it is inscribed in our bodies, our language, and our hard-won civil rights. Yet today, an ideology has arisen that seeks to erase this line, claiming that an internal sense of gender identity should override biological sex.

And so we find ourselves in a cultural fever dream—a society willing to dissolve the very edges that once defined our shared reality. What was once sacred has become negotiable. What was once evident—rooted in anatomy, biology, and common sense—has been rebranded as prejudice. It is as if we are being asked to forget the story of humanity itself, to deny that our flesh tells a truth older than any ideology or belief.

I’m going to say the quiet part plainly: you cannot protect both. If law elevates identity over sex, sex-based rights dissolve. If a male can claim womanhood and inherit women’s provisions, then those provisions no longer belong to women. That’s not inclusion; that’s annexation. And it doesn’t only wound women—when women enter male-only spaces under the same logic, it also erodes male sovereignty. Either we anchor public life in the immutable reality of sex, or we drift in a sea of self-declaration that demands everyone else’s compliance to keep it afloat.