I’m dating a guy who is not a very good anti-racist ally and is a little bit of a Men’s Rights Activist. But all I want to do is date a major social justice warrior. I want to date a trans girl who doesn’t shave her legs and who yells at me when I do. Who goes to rallies and marches for everything under the sun and is always the wildest one there, painting her near-naked body in rainbow colors, chaining herself to a tree, dressing with a giant caricature of a pundit on her head. Who chastises me for every wrong comment I make. Who wears a skirt with a button-down and bow tie, who wears a skirt and a t-shirt and heels, who wears my clothes even though she’s too small for them, who is never completely masculine or completely feminine or completely restrained by anything.

I still love him. But I’m allowed to have my imaginary girl.