I Am a Rich Man

“I am shaving in front of the bathroom mirror. I am thinking of what it is like to become a rich man.

Beside me, my three-year-old son shaves along: he is using a plastic razor that he mows through the foam on his smooth skin, drawing the razor horizontally across the stretched space between his nose and his upper lip. He has the body of a fat woman. When he runs from the bathroom, I am awed by his beauty.”


I wanted to write a story while pretending that I was a man writing a story. There used to be controversy about this — about men writing in the voice of women characters, and so, by extension, about women writing men.

What it comes down to, though, is whether the writing is any good. And what that comes down to is you, Dear Reader. Does this voice sound like that of a man? A rich man?

I am always happy to hear from readers about anything.

Writing across sex, or across race, or class, is full of struggle. Want to talk about it?

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Why, yes, Janette. I would like to talk about depictions in literature of inhabited identities not those of the author.

This story is for Lindsay K. Tallon