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(this was first posted at twine_craeft, a residency in ollon, switzerland that I helped organise. despite the contents of this post, it's actually amazing)
Cis women are fucking weird.
Like, seriously, they don't behave like real women at all.
no-one wakes up a dysphoric mess, so no-one ever complements someone elses boobs. Or butt. Or even face. What the hell? where's the homosociality here?
For that matter, where's the homosexuality? Desire is verboten, mentions of sexuality elicit awkuard laughs. I'm not even sure any of them are gay. That's no problem, because all trans women are gay, it's just facts(ok, some of us are gay with androsexual tendancies).
TBH, both of these are pretty much fine. We have digital support networks which do the friendship job(and encourage homosexuality), and, welllll, sometimes you get nice selfies in your dms. those are nice.
Domestic labour is a cornerstone of our work here, and it's becoming(at least for me, interestingly perofmative. Of cource, all communal living involves performative domestic labour- "I did the dishes you do the floor"- but this intersects with transmisoginy(or, internalised transmisoginy) and the narrative of messy men(lol I know so many messy cis women. Like three of them. Which is all of my cis women friends). You find yourself watching counting and when you're not doing domestic labour when other people are you perform willingness. eh, I like to cook, it's all fine(it's not fine at all I'm panicing to fuck).
Also apparently not all of cis women are suicidal and require constant mutual support. shucks.
and yeah, I guess It's pretty fucking triggering being in a space with people who society is constantly telling you you should be like.