I am not writing to you about how we are in the news because we are transgender and we happen to be alive and have needs like healthcare I am not writing to you about politics I mean, what if you disagree? and then you vote and I lose my marriage or my protections at work or the ability to take care of my family I am not writing to you about how precious the little things are like the X on my driver’s license despite the pic that makes me look like a prison inmate or the M on my passport both of which could also be taken if someone wants me to disappear I am not writing to you about project 2025 but go read about it anyway I am not writing to you about how it feels to think about airports or crossing state lines or looking “too gay” while I do either I am not writing to you about my fear of my own femininity outing me I am not writing to you about another news story of a trans kid being murdered or ending their own life I am not writing to you about how terrified I am for trans kids who are just like I was who are the most beautiful children that this world has sacrificed I do not dare write to you about my own child I am not writing to you as a free person in a world that wants him I am writing to you as a man with a garden who tells a funny story while his world burns all around
Your trans friend,
Robin
😢 Robin, my fervent hope is that there will come a day when nobody has to fear their identity being stolen or invalidated by anyone, especially the government of the country they reside in. Thank you for sharing this with us. It touched me deeply and I hope it will move others in the very same way.
I don't even know what to say to this, Robin, except that I'm glad you wrote it, and I'm glad you're here. 💚