Morris first claimed the tired old "wrong body" trope to justify 'transition' into, presumably, the 'right body' which of course is simply a version of a male body minus some parts and with the addition of others.
And, having achieved that body, proceeded to airily dismiss the inconvenience of bodily realities of the opposite sex - that would be my sex then, the sex that has those ovaries Morris waves away dismissively.
Our bodies only apparently matter to the extent that they can be cosmetically appropriated by men. The rest of us, which actually comprises EVERYTHING that makes us female, is of course unimportant.
Morris may have been a great travel writer, I don't know.
But I reject those views on my sex as being incompatible with seeing me as a fully human person. In other words, those views are indistinguishable from the views any sexist man holds.
And so, whilst I have no issue with discussing Morris in a feminist forum, it won't be to celebrate those views. It will be to point out that Morris considered my sex to be a mythical amalgamation of stereotypes possessed of cosmetic skin deep modifications to male bodies. Something men can become, or be in their heads.
In short, Morris was no friend to women, and no celebratory cause for feminism.