Let’s go girls! – Shania Twain
Ladies, I feel you. I get it. Hell I had already got it. Now please stop. Please please stop. Specifically I want you to stop using your blood magic to transform the region between my belly button and groin into a woman.
I thought I’d already appeased the gods of feminine pain. I’ve had an epidural, and I’ve given birth through cesarean section. I didn’t experience the miracle of birthing a living being per se, but instead experienced the nightmare of birthing a dying organ. But I gave birth non the less. Same same. So ladies, I feel you. I get it. The patriarchy, 77 cents on the dollar, mansplaining, all that jazz. Got it. I even enjoy the Shania Twain song in the title of this post, but can my tum tum stop feeling like a woman now? Hell I should be on the cover of Vanity Fair at this point. Bruce only did the fun shit to become Caitlyn. Hair, boobs, makeup, dresses… all the dope lady stuff. I’m doing the freaking dirty work over here to become a woman, but am I brave? Am I an inspiration? Am I going to receive the Arthur Ashe Courage Award? Hell no. Nor should I. But… kinda… shouldn’t I?