Monthly Archives: January 2014

First transformation

The beginning

It would take long to tell the story of how I decided one day to transform into a man. Until now, I only did so for a few hours at a time.

The point of no return was the moment I understood that gender, being a man or a woman, is little more than wearing a costume and acting on it.

I knew it instinctively, before reading Simone de Beauvoir or knowing about Judith Butler, although of course both of them helped me understand it in depth. I knew it through the living testimony of other people, to whom their identities was a daily fight against a world trying to drown them all the time.

I felt it in that inner trembling I could never silence, in that choking sensation followed by rage every time someone told me what to do, or how to be, for being a woman. None of them asked me if I wanted to be a woman, or if I had chosen to be one, and they probably never asked themselves what a woman is in the first place. They didn’t wonder how, they just knew it.

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Confessions of a Feminazi

On how “Feminazi” came to existence

As almost every other Feminazi, I learnt I was one because someone else called me so. They also called me the lighter version misandrist (closest translation from Spanish “hembrista”).

Let’s start from the beginning.  Feminism could be defined as the struggle to repair all inequalities which our culture imposes on women.

There is also a supposedly extreme branch, a minority of feminists who overflow the measure of equality and want the whole, if by “whole” we mean women supremacy over men, or else an overwhelming revenge.

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