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  • Writer's pictureanonymous woman

I used to consider myself quite good friends with a transwoman until things started happening that would increasingly encroach on my comfort levels. We would go swimming a lot. I started to notice the joy she would take in going into women's change rooms and I became very uncomfortable with the way she would talk about women and how they looked and how she felt about them. I think she thought that I, as a lesbian, could relate to how she felt about and looked at women but I was increasingly creeped out by it. The more I spent time with her, the creepier it got. She would also impart stories about her upbringing in an all boys school and I began to realise that no matter how many hormones you give someone or how many bits of their genitals get removed, NOTHING changes the fact that transwomen are men.

#australia #swimming #changingrooms #sexualobjectification

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