I’ve not read any of Lucy Sante’s previous work, but I picked this one up for Queer Your Year’s ‘read a book by a living trans elder’, and it also happened to fit StoryGraph’s Read the World Belgium prompt! It made me realise I rarely read from older trans folk, and the fact Lucy didn’t transition until her 60s is such an important viewpoint attaining to the fact that trans kids exist, and it’s not something that’ll simply go away with time. I really appreciated her vulnerability, opening up about not feeling womanly ‘enough’, about having lived almost a full live benefiting from white male privilege. I do however agree with other reviewers that she sometimes comes off as a bit judgemental of younger generations and subjects of identity - likely a generational difference as she is nearing 70! Some of the history of New York in the 70s/80s also lost my attention at times, though I liked the family side to the memoir.