Transphobes Can Die Mad 🤷🏻

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It’s uncanny how similar Trump is acting like Hitler. People are now doing the Nazi salute. They’re drawing the symbol. The KKK was seen in Kentucky asking people to join them. ICE has been ripping families apart. Companies have pulled back Diversity Initiatives. We’re no longer part of WHO and there won’t be any communication from the CDC at least until February 1st. We’re being censored and the news can’t be trusted. Thousands of Americans didn’t know there were protests against Trump yesterday outside the U.S. Quotes from The Handmaid’s Tale and Anne Frank have been compared to what’s going on right now.

According to The Lemkin Institute for Genocide Studies and Prevention the U.S. has officially been given a red flag alert for Genocide.

I’m exhausted but I will never stop being angry.

You have the right to work in a place that is free from harassment and bullying. Know your rights. Civil Rights Act Title VII for anyone in the US. And for anyone in California, the far superior FEHA. https://www.eeoc.gov/statutes/title-vii-civil-rights-act-1964 https://www.dor.ca.gov/Home/FairEmploymentAct

it blows my mind that people think you can tell what genitals someone has, what hormones they take or what hormones their body primarily produces, or what their medical history has been like just by looking at them. my AGAB changed twice when i was a kid. i was confidently announced in my ultrasounds and after my birth to be male.

my parents fully prepared for a male child, with a "boy's" name and all. something changed after this and they had to change to taking care of a "female" child, which then changed to "wow idk dude" during puberty due to the combination of both "male" and "female" traits that were now developing.

you have no way of knowing what's going on with my body just by looking at me, and it goes for any other stranger. people can have extremely long and complicated histories with their physical sex and it's just not worth trying to go the extra mile to 'figure out' what someone "originally was". it's impossible.

Tolkien did it better.

queer chameleon :)

It is given to each of us, the decision of how to best live our own life. As for me, I choose genuinely.

Reyla's Metaphor

Imagine, if you will, that each of us lives inside our own house. Each of our houses are different. Some are small some are big. Some are plain and simple, while others are complicated and eclectic. Some are low maintenance or easy to fix. Some are constantly broken or need repairs often. While growing up in our houses we've seen them grow and change with us. We decorated them, replaced or re-arranged the furniture, painted, remodeled, added an extension, removed and extension, etc. Some of us are comfortable in our homes, and some of us aren't. Most of us like our homes but would change some things if we could.

For the most part, I didn't hate my house. It did what a house should do, and it did it reliably. I even had a lot of fun in it. But then one day, I found a door in my house that I hadn't ever noticed before. It had a window. When I looked through it, I saw that my home had a backyard. I opened the door and stared out in disbelief.

"Had this been here the whole time? I've been living in this house for 31 years and I'm only just now seeing this?!?"

I was cautious at first and it wasn't a good time to explore my new-found space, so I closed the door and went about my normal indoor business. Over the next several months and years I revisited this door and began to explore the backyard. It was bigger than the house. It amazed me with all sorts of gardenia and outdoor living space. And the more I explored, the less I wanted to go back inside the house. In the backyard I came alive. There, I could feel things I never felt before, and more vividly. The air was fresh and I could breath deeply and more easily. The sky dazzled magically out there.

Then one day, I discovered a gate.

"Another mysterious door? A second backyard perhaps?"

Delighted at the prospects of having even more space to explore, I let my curiosity put my hand on the latch. I was not prepared for what I opened into. For on the other side of that gate, was a vast and endless countryside. Mountains, hills, canyons, valleys, lakes, rivers, maybe someday I'll even find oceans!

The more I travel this countryside, the more I learn about myself. Having found and opened that gate changed everything. And now I want my house to emulate the beauty and grandeur of this countryside. This is where my very soul resides.

This is what it's like to realize that there is more to your soul and your identity than your body's genome. And it is certainly more magnanimous than 2 or 3 mortal chromosomal proteins can embody. Having found a greater version of myself, my true self which I'm still exploring, I want my house to be a better representation of who I am. Something much more genuine. I've redecorated and I'm remodeling. I'm rediscovering designs that I thought weren't for me because they were too 'Fem' or whatever.

Thinking back on it, I had looked out that window before on several occasions throughout my life. I just never realized it was actually a doorway.

I know some people don't like the way I'm decorating my house, even to the point they think it shouldn't be permitted in public (or even in private for some extremists). And there are people who think I should be locked inside the old version of my house never to see the mountains or stars again. But you can't undiscover yourself anymore than you can uncrack an egg. I can never go back, and I will stand up for everyone else who wishes to enter their own backyards.

Some people discover their backyard very early in life. Some people see the door, get scared, and never look at it again. For Cis people, their backyard is already congruent with their house. Well, mostly congruent anyway.