… true because I have been paid to exploit that conditioning. I was a champion of the gender binary: There are men and they love bacon and beer and boobs, and there are women and they love cupcakes and candles and being cared for like a pet by a big strong man.
I laughed hard at this.
I’m a woman who loves bacon, loved alcohol (self-destructively) and christ I love boobs (other women’s even more than my own. Even though they arrived 35 years late!)
And yes I love cupcakes, and candles (scented are wasted. I’m anosmic) and being a cuddly kitty for a woman strong enough to top the shit out of me sounds like heaven.
I also like Resident Evil (oh my shit. I have all nine movies. Yes. Do the maths. And 50 games. One for every year of my life. I even have an umbrella pin on my fanciest frock coat.). I love pink. Unicorns I like better than I used to. Hellraiser and Saw are two of my favourite franchises.
I sew (bad cross stitch). I write (bad poetry). I cook (bad everything).
I’m a housewife and carer for my disabled wife. It’s been that way for more than a decade and a half.
I ride motorcycles. A 750cc mostly.
I read feminist academia and perverted Sci-fi (Richard Calder FTW). I read the X-men like a bitch possessed (I claim the word bitch. Likewise slut. No-one will ever shame me!). I can fangirl over classicism. But I get confusing straight feelings over Ryan Reynolds.
I have principles and by fuck you better not cross em. I will burn you.
I’m a witch. And I mean that in my own terms. I’m no neo-pagan. But I’ve cast spells. They worked. Magic is the imposition of Will on the world. All writing, every time we SPELL, yeah, that’s magic.
I’m so much much more too.
Oh and I’m a trans woman.
You ARE a good ally, whether you claim that or not.