When I allowed my body to extend itself naturally, without manipulation, I realized that it was, in fact, more masculine, and that was fine. I really liked it, and then I started going to the gym and taking homeopathic T and then synthetic T to express that love and exaggerate those features that I had learned to love. Which is ironic—since “gender dysphoria” is defined as hatred of one’s body.
Prince Jei and Misster Raju Rage by “Female Masculinity, Male Femininity, Feminine Masculinity, Masculine Femininity…?” in Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme edited by Ivan E. Coyote and Zena Sharman (reviewed at The Lesbrary). (via fuckyeahlesbianliterature)