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And trans people—many of them poor, many of them discarded—stood on those frontlines too.
Organizing. Mourning. Surviving. While the rest of the world simply moved on.
Then it filtered down—through courtrooms and classrooms until, one day, you could walk down the street holding hands with your boyfriend without glancing over your shoulder.
And then finally it trickled down, ever so delicately, into your aesthetically pleasing little life—where you, no doubt, swiped left on someone with ‘they/them’ in their profile because you ‘just don’t get it.’
But that comfort represents decades of sacrifice, fury, and radical defiance. So it’s almost... amusing how you believe you’ve made a choice that exempts you from this community.
When, in fact, the life you’re living was designed—no, forged—by the very people you now mock. Or as you put it, from a pile of... trans stuff.”
