“People look at these hands, and they immediately know. That I am really a boy.”
But… you're not really a boy, you're a girl. Im finding myself struggling with the discourse around transness in the book and from a trans author. Her experience is valid and perhaps, probably, informed Katrina's character & experience. But there is sooooo much self doubt and hatred that tends to reflect reality fraught with trauma at the hands of the patriarchy. And these stories have a place in representation, but having the lived experience… I'm just so over it
