Fandom, even the parts of it that are crazy, don't make me feel this trapped, even though LJ slash fandom is a high-female sort of space. Bake you cookies and write you porn.
I can't quite put my finger on what it is that I'm reacting to, nor what part of me it is that's reacting so much, nor quite what I want to do other than get out, get away. It's not the part of me that likes my skirts and my long hair. I's not the part of me that likes my makeup.
Part of it, I think, is the nature of the space, and my chaotic, infovore self rebels against rules that are boxes and not stickers. I don't want to be in the box. I don't mind having a name badge and stickers, because those aren't shackles. A box is a prison, and I want no part of that.