For 30 Years, I've Tried to Become a Woman. Here’s What I Learned Along the Way
The mirror doesn’t lie.
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The mirror doesn’t lie.
The first time we hung out, we read together in an empty classroom.
Peter is no longer here to tell us the truth of the matter.
It was my job to turn a regressive sow’s ear into a progressive silk purse.
It’s the same for a born female going the other way, to male—which by the way seems on recent evidence to be about as frequently desired as male to female.
Sometimes, it seemed like the world was against me. But when I did finally get the chance to read all those carefully kept files, my overwhelming impression was that they—the social workers, guardian ad litems, judges, teachers and volunteers—were trying their best.
Paradise was as real to us as a memory—and even though it wasn’t something concrete, our minds were already there in it.
Nothing is again simple, but everything is clear. This is the great lesson of empathy. We are all the bicycle thief.
Faludy’s greatest weapon—what really allows him to swat away the mosquitoes of passing ideologies—is his delight in sensual pleasures.
Started as a bit of a dare. We egged each other on to visit Rosse Buurt (the red-light district) late at night, after the adults had gone to bed and we’d smoked.
Before his corpse was cold, the Che cult had a ready-made logo; a brand. But what exactly does it signify?
Everyone found themselves feeling empty and longing for their other half, be it the woman you were attached to or the man you were attached to.
The ordinary challenges of life now are being reinvented as trauma, and words are conflated with violence.
My father taught me a simple lesson: when the alarm clock goes off, you get out of bed, have a shave, wash yourself, put your clothes on and go to work. You’ve got to be resilient and you’ve got to be focused on what you want to achieve.
Women have acquired unprecedented sexual, economic, and political freedom in the span of a few short generations.