I saw something remarkably close to your ideas about WBW rage expressed in Amy Fox’s (Amy Fox is a butch trans woman) essay in __Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme__ — notably, her articulation of the “Unhappy Butch”, who “wants to mend the holes in her gender, but won’t. Whether it’s new pronouns, T, or surgery, she’d feel more honestly herself in some other body or identity. She denies herself this out of a sense of duty that is really just fear — the fear of losing friends who accepted her as who she tries to be but won’t accept her as who she needs to be, because that would be accepting a man or something similar enough to a man. She tries to turn her fear of isolation into a virtue. Noble and alone, she will stick it out, the last surviving butch ambassador to the world. But she knows it’s a lie, and she mourns her lost brother because she mourns her lost self. I know this gender-martyrdom, because I lived in it. And I threw it out when I transitioned into being happy and butch.”. The “lost brother” refers to “a compatriot. He was younger and genderqueer. Now he’s on T and has a new name”.