“You say you reject your gender. But that isn’t right. Your gender is whatever you make it. It is your sex you reject. It is your sex you recognize when you like your dress but not the way it fits. It is your sex you try to hide when you tuck your penis or tighten your corset. It is your sex you hope to alter with hormones. But your sex is your flesh. You are no poltergeist enmeshed in skin and bone and brain. You are skin and bone and brain. A war upon your flesh is a war upon yourself.” FeminismWomen S RightsWomen S LiberationRadical FeminismMemoirsGender Identity Book:18 Months Source: 18 Months
“I poured too much of myself into you. I lost too much. Even my life before you feels suspicious. My relatives are old and I have no heirs. I counted on you to take my memories, to be their witness, to give them a home. You were family. You were an extension of me. My past seems like an illusion now, the mad fancy of someone who no longer exists.” FeminismWomen S RightsWomen S LiberationRadical FeminismMemoirsGender Identity Book:18 Months Source: 18 Months
“Heresy is in my blood. I speak the Ineffable!” FeminismWomen S RightsWomen S LiberationRadical FeminismMemoirsGender Identity Book:18 Months Source: 18 Months