Read this because a friend said it best represented their attitude to (their) gender. It's an autobiographical account of somebody taking testosterone, interspersed with a (very paranoid) reading of the pharmaco-pornographical complex. The narrative account is a beautiful insight into gender roles, and if you're strapped for time, I'd skip the historical account. At times the writing feels deliberately poorly edited, as if writing on speed (or testo) and just throwing every thought there was onto the page. Reading (and re-reading sections) became easier once I allowed myself to not expect every single sentence to make sense. It's a dope book and I think everyone should read it, or at least parts of it.
Published Sept. 17, 2013 by The Feminist Press at CUNY.