I used to sleep well.
Tonight there’s this bespectacled teenage girl asking me why she can’t be a scientist. Telling me what to do.
Is that what I’m like? I’m annoying.
One thing about being a woman, being subconsciously perceived as a woman, is that every woman on the planet feels totally okay with telling me what to do. From my mom to my trans mentor – if I’m not paying attention, it’s like I’m dead to them. A kind of universal disappointment, a unilateral no confidence vote.
Femininity is a heavy, heavy thing.