I invite you to consider what makes a woman. Some Fridays, I'll even share something sexy :D.
So I'm reading "A Woman Like that: Lesbian and Bisexual Writers Tell Their Coming Out Stories," edited by Joan Larkin. I'll eventually review the book- I'm on page 184 of 326. I was even farther from "half read" before it provoked piece that lurks somewhere between a poem and a paragraph. I'm actually enjoying the book- overall- and expect I'll end up giving it 4 out of 5 stars. However, that bisexual in the subtitle set me off; as a bisexual woman, I have felt excluded from much of this book
Don't fucking add me to make yourself feel better PC-wise. I see a male body I wanna screw. I see a female body I wanna screw. I see a body so completely outside the gender binary that pronouns seem wrong for this person I wanna screw. I love women, romantically, sexually, spiritually, but that doesn't mean I'm a lesbian. My identity is mine, what I declare it to be. I am bisexual. I am a (cisgender) woman who loves women, mostly, but don't think to tell me what sort of woman (cis or trans?) that I should love. My coming out, once began, will never end. Nor do I want it to.