So, we were looking at Janice Raymond's vile bible of transphobia The Transsexual Empire which I hadn't read for thirty years. Since I reviewed it.
When we decided to do Raymond, I mentioned my piece and was asked to bring it along. The scary thing is not how good it was - because even thirty years ago I was pretty sharp and pretty sussed - or how it stands up to the test of time -even then I noticed Raymond's assumption of white privilege. It was the occasional bits of it that reminded me of how young I was back then, just a year or so into transition, pre-surgery, living in a squat full of Soho street hustlers in Dalston, only a couple of years away from being raped during my first trip to Chicago. And still assuming that my sexual future was with men - I actually got into a snit about Raymond's assumption that all feminist transwomen identify as lesbians.
Walking over the grave of your younger self is the spookiest thing we have to do - and I was glad to do it in the company of Christina, Kat, Tessa, Val, Teht, Ej, Jin, Ben and the rest of them.
And this evening someone on Facebook mentions using my piece in Reclaiming Genders in a Sexual Politics class at University.
I get old. More worryingly, I get canonical.
Enough of this - off to work on novel.