The real monster is the friends we made along the way
Or rather, as what the commenter mused on there, society itself, perpetuating its own current vicious Cycle, airing their own Dirty Laundry…
This theme of societal rejection and the monstrosity it confers was also noted by trans theorist Susan Stryker in her famous essay.
Favourite passage:
Hearken unto me, fellow creatures. I who have dwelt in a form unmatched with my desire, I whose flesh has become an assemblage of incongruous anatomical parts, I who achieve the similitude of a natural body only through an unnatural process, I offer you this warning: the Nature you bedevil me with is a lie. Do not trust it to protect you from what I represent, for it is a fahrication that cloaks the groundlessness of the privilege you seek to maintain for yourself at my expense. You are as constructed as me; the same anarchic womb has birthed us both. I call upon you to investigate your nature as I have been compelled to confront mine. I challenge you to risk abjection and flourish as well as have I. Heed my words, and you may well discover the seams and sutures in yourself.
A rich novel indeed.
