Transgressive feminist literature doesn’t seek approval. It doesn’t heal, uplift, or behave. Instead, it dives into rage, obsession, madness, and sexual power—without apology. From Medea to Moshfegh, this mode of writing centers women as complex, carnal, cruel, and unsanitized. This isn't about empowerment through perfection—it's about the freedom to be unlikable, unreadable, and unforgettable. Here's a deep dive into its history.