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Way back in the summer of 2020, cisgender people were very excited at the idea of being a trans person in a video game. This, bizarrely, had become a major selling point for , with its character creator having the option of giving your femme avatar a penis seeing huge praise from critics as a positive step for representation. Trans people, as is often the case, knew better. Red flags included the highly fetishised Mix It Up poster featuring a female supermodel with a huge veiny bulge, the mocking tone of its marketing, and the occasional desperation of these cisgender observers to use transgender characters as a way to score points rather than something inclusive. . As I and many other trans people pointed out at the time, was already doing it, and better. Now that a new Saints Row is here, it has continued to reign supreme.

The overriding emotion when I think of Cyberpunk 2077’s character creator is annoyance. Sure, you could add a penis to a femme character, and could even change the size of it. But once that happened, it did not exist. V had the smoothest tuck in existence, and even when naked in the game, she retained a strange Barbie-like flat purple crotch panel. Sex scenes in the game heavily implied you had a vagina, while any vagina-sporting trans men romancing Panam had scenes that suggested the presence of a penis. It just wasn’t good, but marketing is everything in video games, and any critique of it at launch was drowned out by the primal screams of the bugs, so many people seem to think it is gaming’s trans peak. It is, and always has been, Saints Row.

, but in terms of creating our own with any sense of physicality, Saints Row is where its at. Before launch, . While the game itself proved to be a bit of a letdown, the character creator proved to be even better once I got to take the boss out for a spin.

Saints Row 5, confusingly going by the moniker ‘Saints Row’, greets a new me like an old friend. I no longer ‘want’ to be a woman. I am a trans woman. My fears over whether or not to create a bulge for my avatar, what it says about my own deviance, my own cowardice, my own shame, my own longing, means nothing. Like the maleness that still bound me nine years ago, those feelings have been shed. They have sloughed off my body to decompose and grow anew. The maleness is gone, but the manhood remains.