![]() ![]() I want to scream no, fuck off, I won’t let you demean me. It’s emotionally and spiritually exhausting to debate your identity sometimes, you just want to log off social media and take a walk or hug someone you love for support, curling up in your own small safe harbor, where, at least for a bit, no one is accusing you of being a freak, a pervert, an abomination who does not belong in the annals of this Earth.Īt other times, I want to shout my barbaric yawp from the rooftops. Sometimes, I want to quietly sit back, avoiding the stress of having yet another prolonged argument with people who will call me “sir” at best and a rapist who should be euthanized at worst-for all trans women, the argument goes, are just men who want to sneak into women’s locker rooms to do nefarious things. Time and time again, I’ve become accustomed to having to defend my womanhood when public figures declare that transgender women are not “real” women. ![]()
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