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aoifereal 's review for:
Stone Butch Blues
by Leslie Feinberg
My god. On the one hand, this was a tough read. The portrayal of the violence Jess and the others experienced was harrowing, when it lined up with my experiences and when it didn't.
On the other hand, this book is filled with hope and the extent to which I could relate to Jess and, importantly, Ruth, meant a lot to me. There is a lot of joy to be found in reading about other transgender people and feeling how they are both like me and not like me. The portrayal of Ruth and Jess's relationship made me cry happy tears, because I haven't seen a relationship like mine and my girlfriend's in media and there was so much tenderness.
Quotes I picked out while reading it:
"Who was I now - Woman or man? That question could never be answered as long as those were the only choices; it could never be answered if it had to be asked."
"At first, everything was fun. The world stopped feeling like a gauntlet I had to run through. But very quickly I discovered that passing didn’t just mean slipping below the surface, it meant being buried alive. I was still me on the inside, trapped in there with all my wounds and fears. But I was no longer me on the outside."
On the other hand, this book is filled with hope and the extent to which I could relate to Jess and, importantly, Ruth, meant a lot to me. There is a lot of joy to be found in reading about other transgender people and feeling how they are both like me and not like me. The portrayal of Ruth and Jess's relationship made me cry happy tears, because I haven't seen a relationship like mine and my girlfriend's in media and there was so much tenderness.
Quotes I picked out while reading it:
"Who was I now - Woman or man? That question could never be answered as long as those were the only choices; it could never be answered if it had to be asked."
"At first, everything was fun. The world stopped feeling like a gauntlet I had to run through. But very quickly I discovered that passing didn’t just mean slipping below the surface, it meant being buried alive. I was still me on the inside, trapped in there with all my wounds and fears. But I was no longer me on the outside."