One More?

[aesmael]

the seam of skin and scales by little light

I am not a woman trapped in a man's body. This body is no man's; it is
mine, it is me, and there is no man in that equation. And I am not
trapped in it. There are a million and one ways out of this body, and I
have clung to it, tooth and claw, despite an endless line of people and
institutions who would rather I vacate the premises, and have sometimes
been willing to make me bleed to convince me they're right.

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{Found from Feministe's The Monstrous [Whatever]}