If you're like me right now, you're fucking terrified. The US is crumbling around us, and they're attacking us on all sides it seems. Hell, the VA just removed HRT from their docket, and that's where I get mine. Spooked the fuck out of me. Luckily, for now, I still have access to it. For now.
These people, these sharks, are out for blood. They know the damage they'll do, and the harm they'll cause, and they and their little frothing mouthed peons are happy about it. Make no mistake, this evil is in control of the government, and they will try and devour our community.
Like damn. I must be fucking dangerous. You too.
In the middle of despair, there is a bright, shiny ray of spite mixed in: they want us gone because we are a threat to their desired order of things. We represent bodily autonomy to the n'th degree. The freedom to be who you are and do as you please. We represent a bridge between the sexes, an opportunity for dialogue around hard cultural gender issues, and a chance for new perspectives on the gender dynamic bullshit they're peddling.
We are one of the top targets. Making us one of their top threats.
If you've ever thought that nobody cares about you, we'll, these morons do. They care about you a lot. They care like a hungry wolf cares about it's prey, but they care. But you're not "prey". You're a threat to them. Own it, I say.
I stay strapped, you should too. If you can, get into some form of self defense training too. I'm looking at Jui Jitsu myself, but even basic "how to fight" classes would do. These people want us to be a threat so badly. - so if they come for you, give them what they want.
Most importantly, remember, you're nobody til somebody wants you dead. We're all infamous, in a way. Which means we must be pretty damn important.
The fire of the transgender community must not be extinguished through fear - it must be fostered with spite, community, and courage. It must become a bonfire if we in the US are meant to survive this. We must not be afraid. We must be angry, and spite them.
Live, be mirthful, and most importantly, don't let them take that from you to your last breath. You're somebody now. Don't let them tell you you're not. Somebody wants you, and me, out of the picture. Which means we're in the big leagues right now.
Swing, batter. Because shit do I have some curveballs for you.
Finally, to my trans sisters and brothers, the most spiteful thing we can do right now is organize with trans people around us. Join groups, get involved in the community if you can. Check on your trans friends. Arm up if you can. Learn survival skills/self defense and teach others what you learn. Don't let them make you think you aren't worth it.
If you weren't, they wouldn't be pushing this hard to get rid of us. Speaks volumes to our worth all on its own.
And yes Saint Motel did inspire me. Godspeed to you all. May we see the other side of this nonsense together.
