Look. I'm not fine with categorizing bodies into "male" and "female" without the consent of their owners, as happens in this book, or with calling people men or women based on what their bodies look like, or with rhethorical questions about what someone's gender "really" is just to demonstrate how arbitrary gender assignment is.

But. I still really really enjoyed reading this book and I'm very glad that it exists. It's fun, and sad, and relatable, and not-relatable-at-all, and it talks about all those things about sexuality, the ones that are not straightforward. The ones that I relate to, even though I am much younger, my life is much more boring, and my approach to sex quite different.

It's not a theoretical piece on girlfags, but a collection of anecdotes from a genderqueer girlfag's life, and that is both great and a bit confusing. Confusing, because I don't very much feel like I just read something about the topic that the title implies at all. Great, because instead of another stuffy attempt at capturing the essence of what makes a girlfag, this book upens up loads of subjects that are related to it all for this particular girlfag, and might be for others, or might not.

Yeah I like this book. ( )