I had a dream this morning that our beloved Kurt Cobain had come out as trans, was taking HRT, and undergoing FFS and SRS. It made sense. I know we often see our heroes in our own image. Since "trans" came to the surface of my thoughts five years ago, I'd had an inkling. His love and admiration of women, his fondness of dresses, his near-apologetic stance on being male, his openness to gays and lesbians, his strong sense of feminism. I mean, all of these things could just be signs of an awesome person.
Maybe in another time. Maybe if he was around today. We'll never know.