May you find your hormones if you need them. May you find a binder that doesn’t hurt. May you find a bathroom where no one questions you. May you find a lover who sees your true gender before you even say it.
And when the news cycle makes you feel like a target, remember: you are descended from ancestors who defied every rule ever written about who they were allowed to love and how they were allowed to exist.
To our transgender family,
You are not a debate. You are not a political footnote. You are not an "issue" to be dissected by people who have never walked a mile in your shoes.
Your identity is not a confusion. It is a clarity that the rest of the world is still catching up to. extreme shemale anal
Our culture is not just rainbows and parades (though we love those, too). Our culture is a language of survival.
Do not just "accept" us. Celebrate us. Do not just tolerate our pronouns—practice them until they are muscle memory. Your comfort is not more important than our existence. May you find your hormones if you need them
To the trans woman of color who invented the ballroom scene so she could be a queen when the world called her a criminal—we see you. To the non-binary person navigating a binary world—we hold space for you. To the trans man whose masculinity is questioned because he wasn’t "born with it"—your manhood is as real as the breath in your lungs.
You are not broken. You are not a phase. You are not alone. May you find a lover who sees your
Solidarity. Visibility. Euphoria. — For the trans community, by a willing voice in the choir.