I’m Trans, I’m Here, and I’m Not Going Anywhere

Trans existence is resistance

Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash

Wake up, go to work, come home and have a coffee and a snack, work out, eat dinner, go to bed, repeat. That’s been my general schedule for the past couple of months. I still make the same small talk at work about the weather, I still see my friends and boyfriend every couple of days, and I make sure to treat myself once in a while. It’s so odd to be expected to keep up all this when trans discrimination and even eradication feel so close, looming every day. I thought what I had was monotony, a rut. What routine has become for me is more of a trench, digging myself into a system I can fall back on when the world feels like it’s crumbling.

I thought the worst was going to occur when I transitioned socially a couple of years ago.

I was very fortunate that I had a mostly strong support system. What I didn’t expect, after years of hiding myself and isolating myself from the world, was that the darkest times were just to come. Inside, I feel so much better now that I’ve come out. The darkest forces now are the ones acting against the trans community for no reason other than bigotry, ignorance, and hatred.

Some cis people thought I was being ridiculous two years ago or so when I thought they might make a registry of trans people or make laws…