by Zilla N.

Sometimes a person is a friend, sometimes they’re the daughter of a cult leader, sometimes they’re the ideal of femininity, sitting in a room daintily eating estrogen pills. But would the ideal of femininity make a good roommate? Worse, imagine living with someone who wants to be the ideal of feminity but is, at best, a movie star with a good pout.

When Elena’s mirror shards reflect her paintings, the only face shown clearly is the portrait Zoe accidentally smeared the paint on. I’m not certain I’m making sense, but you know what I mean.

If you’ve ever read a postmodern novel and thought, that was cool but what if instead of cis masculinity this book was about trans femininity, Love/Aggression is the book for you.