P. walking down the street. The text says: “I don’t like myself. But I’ll do anything to draw attention. - Who’s never experienced this feeling, can’t get what I’m talking about. - People don’t give a fck about my sensitivity or my intelligence. They only care about my body. - I’m feeding it to them. I’m showing it off.”
P. is at the psychologist. The doctor says: “It doesn’t matter if in nursery you wore a skirt, or if some month ago you cut your hair to prove you’re a woman. If you’re a woman you already know it yourself. I should just guide you towards what you feel, towards your way of taking care of your body, in the best way possible. Whatever is your point of view, with or without surgery. - It’s like, following the medical path, your bodies always need an invisible pass from who’s living in the male/female binary system. Even for choosing whether to pee standing or sitting, like you’re not even yours, like every action or choice has to be deeply pondered to not upset the majority.”
Always the doctor talking to P. In the background there’s a zoom out of their surrounding. “The medical path tends to normalize bodies. But what if we stopped, and we started accepting differences? - Is diversity really that scary?”
Some pages from “P. my trans adolescence”, an autobiographical graphic novel by Fumettibrutti.
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