“It costs £6 to apply for a Gender Recognition Certificate...”

which is bullshit, considering that

“If your application is unsuccessful, 

you cannot get a refund.” It is bullshit that

you need a Gender Recognition Certificate 

to marry, die, divorce, or register with HMRC 

with dignity. So much for all being fair in love, death 

and taxes. It is bullshit that 

“The Gender Recognition Panel will look at your application...” 

considering that

I could not find a single like-minded person on this [so-called]

panel. The panel knows nothing about 

me nor what it is like to be born

in the wrong body. Even if “The panel is 

[allegedly] made up of people [allegedly]

with legal and/or medical qualifications,” I do not 

agree. “The panel will 

decide whether the application meets all the necessary 

legal requirements.” Including: the completed form;

an original birth certificate; a deed poll; “Proof” that you’ve “lived 

in your acquired gender” for at least 2 years—which takes 

the form of a passport, driving licence, bills, payslips, other correspondence

at least every 3 months; at least 2 medical reports, one of which has to be 

a medical practitioner from the “approved list” (please note: 

you must pay for each medical report); and finally, if married, written permission

from your spouse. 

[NB1: This process does not comply with the United Nations 

Human Rights Commission guidance.] [NB2: This does not negate nor nullify 

the Supreme Court's “clarification” on the legal definition of

a woman.] 

“Finally, please note that the panel will usually look at your application 

within 22 weeks of applying. The panel’s decision 

is final. No correspondence will be entered into.” Which is bullshit. This is all 

bullshit. I just want to make sure they print the correct gender on my 

suicide report.



Faye Chung Underwood (she/they) is an Academic Tutor and PhD candidate at the University of Warwick. Her poetry appears in The Page Gallery, Kamena Magazine, Tales from Tarot, and others. When not reading or writing, she enjoys yearning, playing the lyre, and staring at cats in rescue centres.

Instagram: @fayewritespoetry

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