J.K. Rowling is a trans man.

Now, bear with me, i know it sounds strange but it makes so much sense. She despises womanhood, she makes absolutely no effort in representing actual female characters with as much dignity and effort as she does the men.

She is vehemently against trans girls, advocating for them being the lowest of the low, but what if all this senseless bigotry and hatred came from him (Rowling) being trans himself?

What if he saw the beauty that came from girlhood, specially that of trans women, and couldn't understand how someone "lucky" enough to be born into a male body could want to be a girl? What if his wrinkly misogynist ass saw trans women cherishing what he loathes about himself, and finding wonder where he could not?

Because I am a transmasc myself, and I couldn't understand how people who were assigned male could desire something that caused me so much anguish and pain, until I saw the pure joy in a girl's eyes when she tried the clothes I hated. The pride and delight in her voice upon being gendered correctly by strangers, something so simple as being recognized as the lady she was. And I understood everything.

Rowling refused that chance to see it. He built the walls with his own two hands and buried himself in a prison of his own making, filling it with so much bitterness and resentment that it started spilling out.

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