Yesterday, I stumbled on a forum dedicated to hate me, where people basically spend their lives spewing transphobic bs, obsessing over my body, making up stuff about me, sharing awful parodies of my work, etc. It really got to me, as I’ve been living with the knowledge that these people are constantly there, stalking each of my movements, for several years now.
I will never understand this kind of hate. I cried a good deal of tears. It was important. I need to feel in order to find the will and energy to create. I remembered who I do all this work for : us. The ones I call my family. My trans siblings. That’s why my new book starts with “we”. That’s why I’m announcing it in the urgency, as a memorandum for these troubled times and a reminder that we are stronger together, and that we need to be there for each other.
We won’t be erased. Pre-order it on my Etsy store
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The real joke is that Trumplelstiltskin wants to put higher tariffs on Canada because smoke from Canadian wildfires is being blown by the prevailing winds into US airspace. He has no understanding that wildfires in Canada are a direct result of his anti-enviroment anti-climate change mitigation policies. Instead of crying WOLF, he should be sending free help to clean up the SHEEPSHIT mess HE made.
And he calls himself a genius? It doesn’t take genius to add 1 + 1 = 2, It can be done by any NON-SELF-RESPECTING MORON.
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