Because for some transwomen, femininity can feel asymptotic — the closer you get, the more you feel you can never make it.
I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out.
Jennifer Coates
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Firstly, thank you so much for this piece. You’re a wonderful writer. The line about asymptotic femininity really hits the nail on the head.

Secondly, I am sad, enraged, and ashamed to hear about the way you have been treated by so-called feminists—ciswomen who are supposed to be trans allies. I’m afraid such a lack of intersectionality is terribly typical of a certain kind of feminist I ran into a lot in college: almost always upper-middle-class white women, quick to declare themselves misandrists and grow out their armpit hair but equally quick to exclude from their safe spaces ciswomen of color, non-gender-conforming people, and transwomen who were unable or unwilling to pass. It’s a hard crowd to argue with or force to see reason because they really are legion. They’ll defend their own transmisogyny to the death, citing their negative experiences with men as an excuse for it. But I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.

I’ll end this by saying that I hope you’re at a point where others have stopped attacking you for speaking and living your truth, even if they don’t recognize that that’s what you’re doing. What you have written will be shared widely and without a doubt impact a great many people’s thoughts and actions. Thanks again.