When a screenplay is named “The Vagina Monologues”, please don’t expect me to piss myself over how inclusive you are because you added one, optional narrative about a trans woman.
I have never been more sincere in my life when I say, I do not give a fuck, I hate the shit…If I was in a position to write a trans monologue, it’d be about how trans bodies come in all sorts of shapes. It’d be about how living in the trans community means learning the beauty of being among men who have vaginas and among women who don’t. It’d be about how womanhood isn’t, after all, just about the vagina. It’d be about how we are fucking awesome, fierce and strong and y’all who don’t get it can just piddle off now like the warm piss you are. It’d be about how we put up with outrageous BS just so we can live. And it would be about taking other feminists to task for being in the forefront of the outrageous BS we have to put up with.
Of course it’d never be accepted.
No, it’d never be accepted but I wish it could be performed.
