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Sometimes I wake up early (4 am) and spend an hour lying in bed thinking about all the people who acted like they loved me for most of my life, people I spent enormous amounts of time with, who just haven’t spoken a word to me in over 2 years now, and it’s hard to not just cry.
This isn’t a request for hugs (although I do those sometimes). It’s just an observation of disbelief. People who treated me like family for decades just…nothing. Transphobia destroys love and relationships. It’s utterly fucking sad.
One of the most defining things about my transition is the way it has made me ask:
“What do people really mean when they say ‘I love you?’”
I try to not be jaded, but damn. My definition of love is so different than so many people’s. :/
“What do people really mean when they say ‘I love you?’”
I try to not be jaded, but damn. My definition of love is so different than so many people’s. :/
I tweet a lot about trans rights and absurdity of transphobia, but another reason I tweet (and used to tweet a lot more about it) is to stop destruction of families, friendships, and the rejection of trans folks when we come out. It’s devastating. Trans people are just people.
