As a transmen i’m constantly surrounded by my friends who do nothing, but rag on men, and whenever i try and say anything about it. They “correct” themselves by saying oh just cis men, which does nothing to quell my offense. generalizing is just not right no matter where the table is turned, and they’re just so consumed with these new “radical ideas” that they never stop to think what they’re actually really saying, and who they’re hurting. As a feminist i know the scales are tipped, but i’m not going to generalize an entire group of people for it.

and this line really resonated with me

“Do I think a wig and a pronoun will change how they feel, deep down? About my body? About my chromosomes? About my “socialization”? I don’t. I want to, but I don’t”

i’m also in the closet, and i really regret coming out to my friend group, they mean well, but they just keep outing me, even though it’s a mistake it just scares me, because then people start asking questions, and then suddenly i’m a commodity, and trying to pass is just hell in itself. I’m a man, but i’m stuck in the body of a women, and they even have the audacity to correct me, and state that my body is male because it is mine, as lovely as it sounds. it’s hogwash.

this meant a lot to me, and i just gotta thank you for writing this, i hope you’re having a nice day.