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Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead – a worthy woman... ...I would say "how lucky am I"

Father in heaven who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water... ...Who would then transform me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...

What shall I say? why cry or be bitter? If my father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity then I do not wish to remove it. the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. Since I have learned from our tradition that we bless both, the good and the bitter I will bless in a voice hushed and weak: blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.

First image consists of two tweets posted by Faye @‌wah_epic, dated 19 May 2026. The first tweet reads:

I found a 14th century poem by a rabbi wishing he had been born a girl & I cried for half an hour Absolutely heartbreaking that practically every single trans person born more than 100 years ago had to die without transition. And even worse that so many of us still have to

The second tweet (continuing the first one) quotes the rabbi as saying:

"If my father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity then I do not wish to remove it. the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found."

The tweet continues in the voice of the original poster, who says:

I'm curing it. I hope she's proud of me

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The second image is a link to the Prayer for Transformation, part of the poem referenced in the first tweet. The image consists of some cropped medieval artwork, depicting human figures, overlaid with text that reads:

תפילה להפך – מאבן בֹחן

Prayer for Transformation, from the poem "Even Bohan" by Rabbi Kalonymus b. Kalonymus ben Meir (1322) • the Open Si

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One of these is you selling your labour to someone, which you wouldn't do if you weren't compensated, and the other is you putting labour into making something and hoping you'll be able to sell it at some point, with no guarantee that you actually will.

It's not a labour rights issue for someone to not buy the thing you made, it is a labour rights issue for someone to not pay you for the work they hired you to do.

These are fundamentally different things, and if you insist you're being exploited because people won't buy your things you indeed going to be accused of being ignorant and entitled.

The beauty of it is that you could place that exact same dialogue into any time and place in human history and it would make just as much sense, you could have it as a conversation between sailors in a 1600s ship, a group of bronze-age warriors cleaning their weapons, stone age hunters walking home from a hunt, or a bunch of 21st century redditors on the internet, and it would hit just as splendidly.

There was this conversation about if you could have sex with any specific person from any time through human history, which one would you choose? Famous legendary lovers were brought up, queens, emperors and such were popular, might as well fuck Rasputin just to see what the hype was all about, the kind of answers one would expect.

Then some guy said he would choose his own late wife. He went on to talk about how brutal it is, that you might find the love of your life, but there's no promise that this life couldn't be suddenly cut short. That his body aches for hers and how there isn't much he wouldn't do for one more opportunity to make love to her one last time.

Now, I'd like you to imagine a pause in the conversation. A solemn, contemplative moment of silence, with several of the people present nodding in agreement that this is indeed the finest answer - it wasn't a competition, but there's no doing better than that.

And then someone breaks this solemn silence and says:

>looks inside source material again

>they are exactly like that