in life far beyond the menopause once lived towards with dread – anticipating afterwards a slow decline till dead –
she finds she’s no longer womanly or feminine but looks and feels and dresses and moves as an eight year old boy instead
And former nasty bastards, retiring their cold coal face, assume a femininity – as time beats equal fates –
a certain gendered dysphoria all cultures inculcate.
Cherry Coombe 