We are exhausted in all the ways that everyone else is exhausted during the pandemic but with the extra addition of all our online spaces being tainted. Locked behind screens the haters are barking louder than ever and it’s getting harder and harder to block out the noise.
I usually travel to be in queer spaces to regenerate and get my social shielding back. That armour that I don’t need can be taken off in those places where my existence, my body and my life aren’t questioned but are instead welcomed and delighted in. Without these spaces, and with this new louder wave of hatred, my community is fraying at the edges.
My fear is that transphobic people will read this and delight, thinking that they’ve won in some way, but the post I wrote on my social media, and also this blog, aren’t just a space to share how hard things are, but also a rallying cry to our cis friends, family and allies. The hatred trans people are facing is only increasing, even as (or, let’s face it, especially as) we fight for our rights. We are walking into a storm that pushes back harder with every step we take forward, but everytime a cis ally walks with us we gain momentum.
Transphobes are on the wrong side of history and we need to keep reminding them of that because we aren’t going anywhere.