You can’t outrun it. You will always be a deviation, an alien, a guest worker, an uneasily transplanted organ. You might be tolerated, even beloved and respected, but you will never be a citizen, and the problem isn’t how you look or talk or act. The problem is that there is no right way to be a woman. In their eyes you will always be a bit too female or not quite female enough, and trying to walk the tightrope will kill you. The silver lining: if you can’t outrun your gender, you might as well live as you please. It may be the freedom of the truly fucked, but I suggest you take it.
