I've always been very wary of cross-gendered authorship. Not that I'm against it, I mean, I read cross-species books sometimes, and I don't have a problem with them. It's just that I'm very suspicious of the accuracy with which a male author can portray the female experience (and vice versa*), particularly when that experience relates to prostitution (as, curiously, it so often does when a man de ...
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