How much do I love random transphobic strangers deciding it's necessary to point out I'm a man with boobs. Like ok douchefuck, you've got your head so far up your ass but imma let you know I think you're a yucky redacted with WiFi and try to have a good day despite the fact that someone thought it was a good idea to give you Internet access.
And in a group for disability support no less. Because THAT makes sense.
Yes I'm a man with boobs.
Is it the end of the world?
Does my gender identity cause spontaneous nasal combustion or testicles to fall out?
Does my sexual identity make babies turn out to sell cutco knives in their teens or join cults?
God, wouldn't that be wild. I'm pretty sure I don't have the power to ruin another person's identity simply by existing.
Of course, anyone living on a fencepost can talk to me about their inner truths and I won't judge or dismiss. I am all about compassionate acceptance and love of and for my community who tends to be my family of choice. I will defend my identity to the end of me. I will stand up for my community until my dying breath.
And I think that is all I want to say about me.
#Transgender #LGBT
And a follow up note... I am a defender of minorities who doesn't use identity to hurt people. One person accused me of being racist.
Humans, all of us, are descendants of monkeys. All of us. We've evolved. But people who are cave dwelling neanderthals who cling to prejudice are just knuckle draggers. Got a problem with my perspective? Try being in my shoes with a history of being a rape survivor and having weapons drawn on me in public for being trans. And that's just the "trauma lite" version of the story of Nox.
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