Blanka Vay had to answer one short, undecided question before Christmas 2015, but her whole life depended on it. More precisely, two lives. One previous and one new. The answer, however, swept away the old one like a flood. My Cage is the story of this answer to why a thirty-six-year-old married man decides to give up his comfortable, privileged social status and identify as a woman and choose himself and life instead.
And at the same time, this book tells us a lot about things: women, men, masculine women and feminine men, family, real friends, companions, loneliness, giving up, failures and perseverance, realizing and realizing dreams, transforming the body and getting to know a new one, men's glances, women's smiles, pants and stockings with pockets, first dances and first dates, the intimacy of hugs, and all the while talking a lot about gender roles, social expectations, politics, rights, Berlin, the island peak of Kisorosz, and contemporary Hungary. These are familiar stories.
My Cage is an honest, courageous, ruthless and funny book about getting to know ourselves, about acceptance and rebirth, about wanting to live happily.
