Been thinking about this topic a lot for obvious reasons (cough), and I want to say more on it, but the short version is that I'm quite tired of the fixation on us as a spectacle of transition, suffering, and perennial metamorphosis without end or relief.
We are made dolls for others' gender play.
When it comes to imagery and stories of transfeminine people as abject or miserable, I much prefer them to come from transfems tbh. Not because TME people are necessarily incapable of doing it well per se (though they often do a bad job of it) but because the context of the author matters.
