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Jordan B Peterson and Elliot Page: when the insult is a “necroname” | Present

Of all the abnormalities that occur around trans existences, the change of name is the one with the greatest and strangest defense mechanisms of the delicate cisheterosexual honor – that is, of people who are not trans – it supposes. Everyone has the right to a name and taking it away, replacing it with a number, a humiliating pseudonym or another imposed name, is one of the first basic steps of dehumanization. History has left us terrible examples of this practice, from the slave traders to the Nazi concentration camps, one of the first actions that were taken to start taking everything from each bare life that ended up in those places of exploitation and death was the substitution or eradication of names. Imposing a name by force is a way of trying to possess and discipline someone for the fact of existing, a way of extracting another person from public life or using it at the convenience of the person who does it. If your name does not belong to you, then nothing belongs to you. Just a week ago, psychologist Jordan B. Peterson claimed on Twitter that he would rather die than call actor Elliot Page by his name. In his tantrum, of course, he used the actor’s deadname. The term deadname, whose approximate translation into Spanish would be necronombre, refers to the name that trans people abandon when we come out of the closet and change our public situation. It does not seem very complicated to understand that there are those who need to name themselves in another way when claiming their own life over the impositions that are made to us by birth. An “is” in society, among other things, because it can be named. The reactionary overreaction about it, putting on an unnecessary number when someone asks you to call them by their name, which Jordan Peterson has done, is nothing more than a declaration of intent about which lives you consider equal to yours and which ones are not. Not respecting something as simple as a proper name implies that you are not willing to respect anything that the person in front of you claims, however small such claim may be; you are putting yourself above and ahead of the other’s basic needs. If calling me by my chosen name is a kind of affront or insult, what will happen when I claim the rest of the rights, freedoms and obligations as a citizen? Within the legendarium that surrounds trans trauma, that is, what cisheterosexual people imagine that they are our lives, that of the bad reaction to our deadname is perhaps one of the most absurd and in which a more pronounced transfer of responsibility is shown. The truth is that if someone refers to us with our old names, we usually limit ourselves to correcting the mistake and little else. Perhaps we can insist that special care be taken because it is not pleasant to be reminded of the smell of a closet in which all the time spent is sad, but little else. The angry reaction comes when the abandoned name is used as a provocation, resorting to repetition and with the intention of insulting. Often, when I publish articles or appear at an event, the mention of my old name, of which not only am I not ashamed, but I have also signed books with it, which was my grandfather’s name and which was given to me with great love , is used as a way to deny my identity and my right to exist publicly. It is the person who uses this strategy of humiliation who stains the names that we try to let go in peace, who turns them into sharp weapons and forces us to deny them the hard way. Perhaps this is the oldest and most used strategy of abuse known, the provocation sustained over time until the person on whom it is applied ends up jumping in bad ways and thus being able to point it out as reactive, violent or excessively thin-skinned. Coming out of the closet It is usually a happy but very difficult occasion that is shared with the environment. It is in some way a rebirth and that it is received with joy makes our passage much easier. The doubts, the customs that have been fixed for years, all those situations that require adaptation, we usually understand them without problem, it is logical that at first inertia wins the game and there are confusions with the names, they are corrected and life continues without any problem. If the names that are abandoned matter so much, there is no better way to honor them than to allow those who leave them behind to do so without rancor, as something that served its purpose but no longer has any meaning. Respect and recognition of the other begin by naming it. It terrifies me that the frame of thought has shifted in such a way that I have to be writing an article about why we should respect another person’s proper name. Let the agenda be marked by professional provocateurs, people who make violence their way of life and who have no intention, when the time comes, of recognizing my trans life and your cis life as valid. Those who live on hate always find excuses and these are usually transversal. It will never settle for subduing a segment of the population, it will end up coming to your door to leave vomit on your doormat. Let’s be better.

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– Article Written By @Alana Portero from https://smoda.elpais.com/moda/actualidad/jordan-b-peterson-y-elliot-page-cuando-el-insulto-es-un-necronombre/

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