In 1874, at the age of four-and-a-half, Thomas Stanton realises that 'Thomas' is a boy's name and that everyone, even her mother, thinks she's a boy.
So begins the extraordinary journey of a transgender girl who must not only try to understand what it means to be a girl inside the body of a boy, a century before there was even a name for it, but she must soon find some way to change her body before the horror of puberty casts her as a man forever.
This is one girl's breathtaking fight to survive as herself, and to be loved for who she is.
In 1874, at the age of four-and-a-half, Thomas Stanton realises that ‘Thomas’ is a boy's name and that everyone, even her mother, thinks she’s a boy.
So begins the extraordinary journey of a transgender girl who must not only try to understand what it means to be a girl inside the body of a boy, a century before there was even a name for it, but she must soon find some way to change her body before the horror of puberty casts her as a man forever.
This is one girl's breathtaking fight to survive as herself, and to be loved for who she is.
Mod opinion: I haven't heard of this book before, but it sounds interesting.
I swallow my girlhood, like criticism from my father at the kitchen table over numbers that blur my vision.
I swallow my girlhood as my arms shake when my father yells at me to point the light on the radiator, I swore I was, I swear inside swallowing words that I couldn’t let out.
I swallow my girlhood when my father asks if I need a man to do it for me, taunting me on how weak I am, making me swallow screams that feel like vise-grips on my temples begging to be let out.
I swallow my girlhood as I watch my mom slowly disintegrate into a shell of she used to be causing me to ache in ways I didn’t understand was possible.
I swallow my girlhood when I learn I have no room to be anything but a woman.
I devour the girl I was, for the home I was raised in taught me that I couldn’t afford to be just a girl.
I’ve swallowed and swallowed and swallowed,
and now my throat is bruised with words never spoken
These words try to come out yet, it’s like swallowing rocks-
I’ve held my breathe for so long that I no longer know what it’s like to breathe without thought.
The burden of a woman is to be angry; to be filled with an inexhaustible, generational rage that trickles down as do the hot tears on her face. The soft curves of her frame make for such a tempting punching bag, one that a man cannot help but lust after with both his fists and his tongue.
BRUH a dude I know from work came in for the first time in months and I thought he looked different but couldn't figure out why?? So I asked if he'd changed his hair and he was like "BITCH I GOT TOP SURGERY"
oopsie! You got a bit too manic about a creative project too close to bedtime and now your brain is too awake to sleep. One million dead 10 morbillion injured