This isn’t just exhausting. This is intergenerational trauma, oppression, and maybe even genocide. This violence is specifically targeted against black and brown women, gender non-conforming folks, and especially trans women of color.
Over 15,000 people turned up for the Brooklyn Liberation Action for Black Trans Lives this past weekend and these are the best photographs I have ever seen.
“Looking back on her time in the “gender critical” feminist movement,” writes PinkNews’ Vic Parsons, “[Amy] is unequivocal: it’s a cult.”
Three weeks ago I began my Coronavirus self-quarantine. Faced with the reality that I wouldn’t see anyone, I started an experiment. I wasn’t going to shave, paint my nails, or put on makeup — until I wanted to, for myself.
I pray that all my little trans sisters receive this love, this support and that more broadly in the black community we can make sure all of our children grow in love and kindness.
“She admired my tits like only someone else on estrogen could and then she grabbed them harder than anyone had before.”
Gen Q has come the closest to featuring the kind of trans women representation I crave. All that needs to change is for the show to make the characters trans.
Make sure to be kind and generous to yourself, give yourself plenty of time to process all of these important feelings, and don’t rush it!
A common refrain in trans activism is to “give us our roses while we’re still here” instead of just honoring us upon our deaths. Donating to, uplifting, and otherwise supporting Black trans-led projects like the Okra Project is a tangible way we can do exactly that.
Maybe if trans women can redefine what it means to be close to nature we can also redefine what it means to be close to each other.
“When I first matched with the “Goodbye Horses” fans and asked them about it one said, “that buffalo bill scene is classic” and the other said, “I LOVE the song.” Then they both ghosted.”
“Towards the end of the night you fall and tear the skin on your knee. But you pop back up and keep skating. You’re relieved. Now that you’ve fallen once you know you’ll be okay.”
“I had dreamt about my new sister that very night. An almost spiritual connection. Perhaps my mother could have sensed, then, that I felt the same as her; that I would grow to feel the same. That I had inherited that bond, that tether; that we shared that, too. But how could she have known? How could she understand that her son could ever carry that weight?”
Honey, these glorious embodiments of black femme magic are about to sweep you off your feet.
We have joined with the editors and publishers of Diva, Curve, Lesbians on the Loose, Tagg Magazine, DapperQ and Lez Spread The Word to make a statement on our commitment to trans inclusion, support and advocacy.
“I was going to do a story about trans women arming themselves? And all the edits we got back were like, ‘Can your characters look directly at the reader and quote trans murder statistics from last year?'”
“Our identities shouldn’t require any external validation. But they do.”
“Presenting as male every day hurts. When the ship is in port, it’s not as bad; I grow to hate coming in to work, but once the day ends I can go home and be myself. When we’re underway, it’s worse. I’m stuck being ‘him’ all day, every day. Sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks… once, for months.”
I find myself preemptively mourning the transgenerational communities and cliques and cults and clubs and covens of girls like me that could be and may not be.
Super Late Bloomer, which chronicles the first year of Julia’s life after she decided to transition, could turn any pessimist into the most ardent optimist.