(Note to my readers: This essay has been updated, sanitized of the hostile tweets that peppered the earlier version.)
I was wrong.
I couldn’t take the heat.
“If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen,” I wrote self-importantly last month, in response to Twitter blow-back to “Act One” of my trilogy of essays on gender identity. “But I’ll stay in this kitchen, for now, no matter how hot it gets.”
But that little flare-up was a summer breeze compared to the white-hot Twitter-rage blasted at me last week by an angry mob of trans activists.
I fled the kitchen: I deactivated my Twitter account, alarmed and demoralized - and frankly a little bit scared. Read the rest of this entry »