excuse me but that is a MADE-UP gender. the only REal genders are as follows:
- a strange buzzing noise
- alien, I think
- an insurmountable feeling of dread
you have to pick one. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules
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Because most ‘serious’ fiction, still, involves the fullest possible expression of a single person’s subjectivity, it’s considered crass and amateurish not to ‘fictionalize’ the supporting cast of characters, changing names and insignificant features of their identities.
The ‘serious’ contemporary hetero-male novel is a thinly veiled Story of Me, as voraciously consumptive as all of patriarchy. While the hero/anti-hero explicitly *is* the author, everybody else is reduced to ‘characters.’ Example: the artist Sophie Calle appears in Paul Auster’s book Leviathan in the role of writer’s girlfriend. ‘Maria was far from beautiful but there was an intensity in her gray eyes that attracted me.’ Maria’s work is identical to Calle’s most famous pieces—the address book, hotel photos, etc.—but in Leviathan she’s a waif-like creature relieved of complications like ambition or career.
When women try to pierce this false conceit by naming names because our ‘I’s’ are changing as we meet other ‘I’s,’ we’re called bitches, libellers, pornographers and amateurs. ‘Why are you so angry?’ he said to me."