Queen Emily has an excellent post up at Sexual Ambiguities.
I won’t be told what it means to be a woman, what it means to be trans, what it means to be queer, what it means to be femme. I won’t be told that we prop up patriarchy, that I shouldn’t take joy in life, that I can’t be strong and trans and female and feminine and a whole bunch of other things.
No… We won’t be told who we are. Not by psychiatrists. Not by employers, acquaintances, family, friends, lovers. And not by anyone who calls themself a feminist.
Got to love that wabbit…