text by PAUL PRECIADO
Olivier sends me an email asking if I want to write something about feminism. I don’t think I’ve done anything else since I learned to write. “I am fed up with feminism,” I say. I was a feminist when feminism was not a trending topic. I became queer when the AIDS crisis started to kill the best of all of us. I moved into the transgender movement when hormones became a political code. I have been slowly transitioning for the last eight years, using testosterone in gel in low doses to modulate my female-to-male gender. But during the last six months, I’ve decided to jump to a different speed. I am injecting myself with testosterone every 10 days. I have also changed my name to Paul. Hair is growing on my legs. Meanwhile, my face is becoming Paul’s face. Political subjectivity is being fabricated between language…