R12, 'Rose' Dommu is mentioned in OP's article. He's criticising popular gayling James Charles for not recognising female trans who pretend to be gay men as "real gay men". Dommu is the founder of the delightfully named "Culture Whore" party planning company in Brooklyn. He's also a 'prolific writer'. I checked out Dommu’s “writings”. Have a read, his essay is both funny, ridiculous and scary. His writing style is a mixture of Bret Easton Ellis and E. L. James:
“Trans people undergoing hormone replacement therapy are, in a way, cyborgs… I started chemically transitioning exactly 1 year ago. Living in New York City, access was EASY: I made a trip to my local queer health center (they exist), talked to a doctor about my experience with gender dysphoria, and MOMENTS LATER had an appointment to begin hormone replacement therapy (HRT).
[bold]I chose to be [an Estrogen] shot girl because there seemed to be something PUNK about SHOOTING UP with estrogen once a week, plus I'm a bit of a masochist.[/bold] My first shot was a magical experience; as I sent up a prayer of gratitude to the Goddess and aligned my spirit with a wavelength of feminine energy, the balding nurse told me to "take your pants off, man." Tears welled up in my eyes as I finally communed with the physical embodiment of divine femininity and the nurse exited as quickly as possible. After 3 weeks of administered shots, I was given a tutorial and started administering them myself.
It took a month or so before I was really able to measure the changes in my energy, mental processes and emotional landscape. Blockers left me LAZY and LETHARGIC, unable to do anything more ambitious then walk the 2 blocks from my apartment to Popeyes. Estrogen made me moody one day, ecstatic the next. The day or two after I took my shot came with an incredible high; I felt vibrant and feminine, food tasted better, the world seemed brighter. As the estrogen slowly leached out of my system, I’d be white-knuckling it until I could feel human again. I was an emotionally unstable, irritable BITCH the day leading up to my next shot.
[bold]My sex drive disappeared almost immediately after beginning HRT, my body no longer producing testosterone. It wasn't only that I didn't feel like having sex, the absence of desire was total. Gone was the aimless need to hunt for DICK. I deleted my hook up apps and suddenly had hours, days, weeks where I never once thought about sex - or men at all, really.[/bold] The testosterone-driven desire to hunt down PREY had evaporated. [bold]But as the weeks wore on I had new desires: recurring dreams of someone stroking my hair in SOFT CANDLELIGHT, the need to cuddle with and show physical affection to my friends.[/bold]
After 2 months, the physical changes really started to kick in. My nipples became so sore that some days even the weight of my t-shirt was unbearable. I had sex one day when I was bored and remembered that fucking was a thing and when the boy suckled at my budding breasts I whited out in agony. Once, a car door hit my nipple and I almost passed out from the pain.
The changes to my body were subtle, but shocking over time … But that also meant that when people still looked at me and assumptively gendered me as male, it hurt so much worse. Being misgendered causes you to question your entire reality. [bold]I’d walk out of my apartment TITS OUT, full face of MAKEUP, feeling FULL CUNT and my Uber driver (confession: I re-downloaded Uber after I ran out of Lyft credits, sorry) says "Where to, SIR?”[/bold].”