This is pure comedy:

"“I thought you’d still love me, but I didn’t think you’d be able to see me like that again,” he messaged. I felt helpless, sensing the abject hope between the lines. And so, for us, I tried. In a way that I suspect any self-respecting liberal would do. I sought out an article that listed everything gender progressive that Harry Styles had ever said. “It’s like anything – any time you’re putting barriers up in your own life, you’re just limiting yourself. There’s so much joy to be had in playing with clothes,” he told Vogue. By the time I’d mentally reduced the situation to an ideal of androgynous dressing, forsaking our bond suddenly seemed like madness. This is 2022! Love is love, and if Harry Styles says it’s OK then it’s O-fucking-K! I didn’t fall in love with a trans woman, I fell in love with a person who happens to feel like their body is a burden, who just wants to be a little more femme."

Harry Styles.

No matter how many articles like this they're going to write about transsexuals, they're always going to be a punchline.

"They’re itching for the full story; the movie cliche – that one day I came home early, unannounced, and found them in a dress, tottering around in my heels, cheeks awash with clownish blush. I get it. But I also get that they really do not. That this is not the reality – it’s not ours and nor that of so many others. I was not asleep at the wheel. My underwear never went awol. And my concealer never met his under-eyes, despite my gentle suggestion sometimes that they might get on. There were no signs."

...

"Seven months on, I am proud of my ex – for having the courage to utter the words, and the conviction to follow them through, crop tops and all. There are many things they will never understand about my experience, but there are far more I will never understand about theirs."

At this point the last paragraph becomes unreadable due to the clown grammar.

Best is to ignore everything about the clowns. They thrive on attention. This is attention-seeking behavior.