âIn part, itâs because the language of gender identity has always been a bit bewildering to meâIâve felt hungry, happy, gassy, and anxious, but never male or female. Even so, it has been tempting to interpret my experience in ways that separated it from that of other women. This is especially true because cis-gendered women have a distinct tendency to define themselves in ways that donât include me. I hear women throw out things like, âAs women, we all know how important it is to feel pretty,â or âWe, as women, are naturally more tender and nurturing,â statements that never seem to include women like me. Not only do I dislike feeling pretty and prefer arguing to nurturing, I donât even particularly like eating chocolate. Popular culture, and women themselves, often imply that I lack many of the most essential qualities of womanhood. So in the past Iâve been quite tempted by the idea that perhaps Iâm not a woman after all. I mean, Iâm masculine in all sorts of waysâI am ambitious, logical, aggressive, strong, and highly competitive. And Iâm certainly not silly, frivolous, dainty, weak, or overly emotional ⌠Oh dear. Thatâs where I run into a major problem, isnât it? When I start listing traits of mine that Iâd call masculine, theyâre always positive. Theyâre points of pride. Whereas when I list traits I lack that Iâd call feminine, theyâre negatives. It seems I canât consider my own masculinity or lack of femininity without relying on some of the worst and most pernicious sex-based stereotypes. This suggests to me that the enterprise itself is suspect.â Lea Delaria
What a diplomatic and eloquent way of putting it. Sheâs so smart I love this quote.
READ THIS PLEASE.
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She slayed gender in one paragraph.
























