There are a great many things you might very well become; “woman” is not one of them. You’ve certainly managed raging , misogynistic asshole without much trouble, but no amount of effort will turn you into a female. That ship sailed, and you never had a ticket to board, so unpack your bags, stop pretending you’re a woman, and accept your maleness.
When your public identity is a mere costume, or at best a persona, there is of course no need to be anxious about anything. A fiction never needs to feel shame.
There are a great many things you might very well become; “woman” is not one of them. You’ve certainly managed raging , misogynistic asshole without much trouble, but no amount of effort will turn you into a female. That ship sailed, and you never had a ticket to board, so unpack your bags, stop pretending you’re a woman, and accept your maleness.
When your public identity is a mere costume, or at best a persona, there is of course no need to be anxious about anything. A fiction never needs to feel shame.
Who is that?
I don’t know many of them by sight.
Euan Weddell, aka Sophie Molly.
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