Tracey Plowman

I asked my mother and my sister what the word sisterhood meant to them today. The short answer: “Not a lot”. My sister said it reminded her of hippies and my mother said it conjured up images of nuns. 'Sisterhood' has always been one of those terms that I've regarded with suspicion. Even before I understood the concept of cis privilege (the benefits afforded those whose gender identity is the same as that which they were assigned at birth), it seemed like a special club from which I felt excluded. I don't identify as trans, but like many people who may on the surface appear cis (and access related privilege) my gender journey has been far from linear.