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(Her sister Lilly followed suit in 2016.)
The Matrix is the gender binary.
The agents are transphobia.
And then theres the red pill itself, less a metaphor for hormone therapy than a literal hormone.
Theres something to this kind of reclamation.
He is, after all, an abortive man, a beta trapped in an alphas body.
But lets face it: Allegorically is the least interesting way to read anything.
Nothing ruins a question like an answer; the world is weirder than that.
It is, as it happens, blue.
Technically, its aquamarine a tiny, coarse lozenge that turns to powder on my tongue.
Ignorance is bliss, he tells Agent Smith, mouth full of juicy, nonexistent steak.
I dont wanna remember nothing.
For to exit the Matrix is not to know the truth but to discover the poverty of knowledge.
Welcome to the desert of the real, Morpheus intones after Neo takes the red pill.
Theres a reason the real is a desert.
What good is the truth if nothing grows there?
As a good feminist, I know theres no such thing as a woman.
As a woman, I resent this.
Im saying I dont wanna remember nothing, either.
Thats a better definition of reality than most: the things we get to forget.
Adapted fromAndrea Long Chus Females: A Concern, coming out in October 2019, fromVerso Books.
