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4 pages, Audiobook
First published November 10, 2020
Maybe I don't feel particularly real yet. Like this world is just something I have to move through until I can get to a place where I can be a real person.
It was getting close to the time my parents would get back. I pictured them coming in and seeing me in a dress. I felt an early wave of what I knew would be their discomfort. The anxiety and fear in their eyes, their fretful questions and their worried reassurances. What did it mean, what did it mean?
After all, this was home.

“It really did seem like some monstrous force was suddenly rampaging through my life. I didn’t understand it, but I knew the name: Sasha Masha.”
“But something was wrong. There was a high wall inside of me, and it made me angry, it made me stuck; there was a self on the other side—was this, now, the thing I’d failed to see? That in my heart of hearts I wasn’t a boy after all?”
“I could only think of that picture, and I started to wonder whether I really just missed myself. You miss yourself? How could you miss yourself? You’re right here.”
“We were like two pieces of rope that had been frequently knotted; even when we were separate, our bodies held the shape of the knot we made together.”
“All of a sudden I felt far away from my parents. This road might take me places they would never go.”
“The world was Real. This couch was Real, Murphy was Real, the light and the bookshelves and the creatures and the sounds of the city moving around me—they were all Real. Like it or not, the world is Real, and whoever we are, we are part of the world.”

It really did seem like some monstrous force was suddenly rampaging through my life. I didn’t understand it, but I knew the name: Sasha Masha.I felt really bad for Sasha Masha. While I’m cisgender and feel confident in who I am, I was so frustrated reading Sasha Masha’s experiences. Borinsky evoked such emotional depth in the writing that I truly felt like I was in Sasha Masha’s shoes, that I was experiencing her sadness, confusion, anger, etc. She was already doubting everything about herself in her head; she didn’t need other people also doubting her. But reading about how Sasha Masha found a support system was so heartwarming ahh.

For some people visibility is about saving a life, and for other people it's about making things more comfortable.

You're just doing this now, Sasha Masha. Now is your time, and you're doing it, so what else do you have to worry about?I do wish that we had more time with our mc. Maybe this is because it’s a short book, but I wish the author had spent more time developing the plotline and the characters. For me, it felt like the story was over before it had really begun.



"Maybe my life was just wasn't mine. Maybe it belonged to them [my parents]. It felt like my life would never actually be mine. My parents would keep tracking it and thinking about it and telling me what it was all about it until I got old and they got even older and one of us died."