I listened and sat motionless as she read every word, trying to process this moment, feeling the energy in the room.
I was surrounded by people who inspire and motivate me every day. Women who I adore and see as role models for the kind of woman I want to be.
When Jillian finished, and the room was cheering, it was the first time I could see, in the real world, that I'm not just whispering, pleading or shouting my thoughts into the void.
People I adore were cheering what I had written.
I'm still trying to process this.
When I wrote those words, I was attempting to sublimate my frustrations over all the recent celebrity transphobia. I'd just read the Matt Stone quote from the Hollywood Reporter.
I don't want to live in a world where he and others feel comforted for disseminating transphobia.
My desire was to reach out and comfort even just one trans person, isolated, alone and afraid, affected by the ever mounting cold indifference with which the world regards us (at best).
When I write things like this, I never expect to have an impact, or to see my words received.
I'm just a normal trans girl, living very far from my friends, family, sisters and lovers. My role in our collective struggle is very small, but I hope I can spread some compassion before this life comes to an end, and remind people that they are not alone.
Thank you, @JillianAtLast. This was one of the few moments in my life where I felt fully seen, and heard.
It was a blessing to be asked by you and @scarlett_addams to stand for you both at the altar. Thank you for this gift.
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I do not expect anyone to have compassion for the person who has their boot on your neck. But if you know me, then you know I expect it of myself.
When I hear @DaveChappelle out, I hear guilt suppression for any part he played in Daphne Dorman tragically taking her own life.
Dave and other comedians (particularly men) want to live in a word where their jokes don't have consequences (*for them), just like every single bully who has made it their pet project to ridicule transgender and other queer people for our entire lives.
I'm not claiming Dave was solely responsible for Daphne Dorman's death.
Rather, our society is not hospitable to trans people, and when a trans person chooses to take their own life, it is the culminating act of suffering millions of wounds, whether perceptible or unseen.
Contrary to what you may imply from the Always Horny trans on Twitter, it seems from conversations I've had with other trans women, both partnered and single, that many are not sexually active.
I think we need to talk about this, and so I offer my experience as a case study.
To be clear, I'm speaking from the experience of a binary trans woman, observing other trans femmes and trans women.
I'm not going to perfectly represent persistently asexual people.
What I have to talk about may or may not apply to any given AMAB trans person.
I should note that I did not have any sexual partners for the first 18 months on HRT.
Also, I am not a sexologist, therapist, or medical expert. I cannot provide a professional opinion, just a layman's observations and opinions.
I didn’t expect to cry so much. I’d gone 23 days without my son. No visitors allowed, due to the pandemic. It was by far the longest we’d ever been apart. When I saw him and my ex wife, I couldn’t maintain my composure.
There’s nothing more important in my life than him.
I called myself a mother long before I realized I was a closeted trans woman.
I know that many in my community wanted children, but didn’t have the opportunity. I know others who have children, but have been separated from them by miles & the indignant anger of a former partner.
I know I’m fortunate that my ex is loving and supportive, and my heart goes out to those who wish they had children, or could see their children.
I don’t talk about my son often on Twitter. But I want to tell you of this 10-year-old, and how proud I am of him.
Stepping back, yesterday I saw a picture of my vulva, labia spread. Some observations include:
• It looks natural, just healing. This includes its coloration.
• My clitoris is white, easy to find, and shaped like an upside down triangle so the ladies know I’m a lesbian.
• My vagina—whomst this entire time has felt like something separate and far away from my urethra and clitoris—is properly located and integrated within the lower folds of my labia minora, regardless of what my confused nerves may be telling my brain.