Actually Michael, according to your reasoning, I do not have an “unmarked identity,” I am straight, mostly white, and male, but I am not able bodied. To me, however, that is not an identity, my disability does not define me because I choose not to let it, just as I choose not to let my sexual preference, skin colour, ethnicity or spiritual beliefs identify me. Therefore it is not an identity but a circumstance, just as the fact that the lady who will share my bed later being a Muslim does not identify me as an Islamophile, although it does go some way to demonstrating that I’m not an Islamophobe, an identity often pinned on me here at Medium when I write comments critical of Islamic extremism.
Equally, the fact that I have never questioned my maleness does not identify me as cisgendered (a meaningless term.) There are two sexes, end of story. Feelings, particularly the feelings of a vanishingly small minority of the population, do not enter into the debate, no matter how much these people feel they deserve special treatment. To me the feelings of women who do not wish to share washroom facilities with cross — dressing men are just as important as the feelings of men who put on female clothing and insist they are no different to biological females. And there are more of the former though the latter tend to make more noise, which perhaps explains why not so long ago they were referred to in the vernacular as “screaming queens.”
I find it sad and disquieting that so many people feel the need to cling to a synthetic “identity” in order to be part of a group in the 21st century, it seems that all the efforts of my generation to liberate people to be who they are have come to nothing.
BTW I hope your vegetable garden gives a good harvest.