At each corner of life I am reminded of the ways in which I haven’t collected the things I need. Wedding clothes. Office clothes. Death clothes. It’s like learning my mother tongue in later life. Whenever I think of this, the stupid takes I’ve read on the internet murmur in the back of my mind. Dress? A dress?! Oh my god, of course the trans woman wants to wear a black dress. Narcissist. Worrying about clothes even at a funeral! I bet it’s made of latex. That’s what they think being a woman is!
