Review by a white nonbinary reader
A raw, intimate look laying bare, sometime literally, Travis' life as a Black, nonbinary trans person in the public eye within the UK.
I found myself glancing at my cat as I wrote this review, pausing to consider the fact that when it comes to animals, with some exceptions, often we cannot tell biological sex at first glance, and does that matter? A cute animal is a cute animal. I wish this simple concept of acceptance could permeate human society.
While my own experiences in the public sphere as a passing, white, nonbinary person uninterested in dating have lacked much, actually close to all of Travis' more traumatic, violent, emotionally disruptive experiences, there is still a lot to sympathize with and relate to here. The thoughtful passages on body dysmorphia, gender dysphoria, thought put into fashion or makeup or physical appearance and how we present or perform gender when out and about really hit. As someone living in a region where trans people generally are safer, reading through Travis' experiences, which are intensified by racial prejudice and the particularly fierce 'man in a dress' TERF narratives in the UK , was incredibly sobering and put my privilege in context, even if I hold my own trauma.
It's important to consider this as what it is, a sometimes messy, heart laid bare upon the page memoir, rather than a clinical analysis of queer culture or a sociological research into gender across global or racial lines. But lived experience and personal anecdotes in this area are arguably more important than clinical data, anyways, and "hit" more.
I consider memoirs as not up for evaluation the same way other books I review are, but overall I found this an emotionally stimulating and relatable read.