No lo sé.

if you think that sex and gender being social constructs means that dysphoria and transness are no longer meaningful, you have grossly misunderstood what a social construction is

there will be a moment when you realize you are more grown up than your parents are. this is the loss of childhood, my love. it is when you’re standing in the kitchen and one of your parents is screaming about something and you recognize: you will let them win the fight not because you are wrong, but simply because you know that they will keep shouting unless you drop the subject. you expect them to have childish understandings of things. they will hold onto their concept of the world as if it was not a changing thing. they must be right, and they must be somehow more right than you, always, in everything. their idea of control is so necessary to who they are that you just let it go.

Nada de lo que me había ocurrido hasta entonces había bastado para destruirme; nada había quedado destruido, salvo mis ilusiones. Personalmente estaba intacto. El mundo estaba intacto. Mañana podría haber una revolución, una peste, un terremoto; mañana podría no quedar ni un alma a la que recurrir en busca de compasión, de ayuda, de fe. Me parecía que la gran calamidad ya se había manifestado, que no podía estar más auténticamente solo que en aquel preciso momento. Tomé la determinación de no aferrarme a nada, de no esperar nada, de vivir en adelante como un animal, como un depredador, un pirata, un saqueador