It seems awful to click a heart on a post like this. What a horrific, terrible thing. I will never make sense of such violence and hatred -- it makes me terrified for my daughter who's had so much abuse just walking down streets in London... What a strange world in which we can' just value one another for all the wonder and glorious differences.
I saw the name Juniper, and a comment of rest in power, last night on a Facebook post. And I thought it was our friend, also named Juniper, also trans. I had a moment of relief that it wasn’t, and then a dark sadness overtook me.
I will never understand why we aren’t just left in peace. Why we can’t just be. I’m holding my heart open for this sweet Juniper. I never want to be so hardened that I can’t feel grief when we lose a member of our community.
Yes: a heart for all the feelings here. Of course I know and have met trans people. Some of them, I even know they're trans. They go shopping and celebrate their kids' birthdays and try to pay the bills on time and just live, and try to thrive sometimes.
Hearts for the broken hearts, and hearts for the loving, loved and authentic people.
Robin-Thank you for this heartbreaking reflection. What touched me most was the reminder of the ordinary humanity that so often gets erased beneath the amplification of “otherness.”
Somehow trans people have become elevated in the cultural imagination into symbols, battlegrounds, abstractions, projections, fears, and political currency, when in truth most of us are simply trying to live forward day by day with dignity, tenderness, awkwardness, humor, exhaustion, like everyone else. Thank you for the grounding and the courage of this witness. Sheila Grace
Robin, that was so beautiful, and sad, and lovely and I cry for my world. Why does it have to be this way........... beautiful and ........cruel. But thank you for keeping on helping me see it.
I love you, Robin, and I've been missing you and wondering how you are. I have something to discuss with you, so I'll be in touch. Thank you always, for writing about this. For standing for the trans community, for being the love that you are. xo
It seems awful to click a heart on a post like this. What a horrific, terrible thing. I will never make sense of such violence and hatred -- it makes me terrified for my daughter who's had so much abuse just walking down streets in London... What a strange world in which we can' just value one another for all the wonder and glorious differences.
I saw the name Juniper, and a comment of rest in power, last night on a Facebook post. And I thought it was our friend, also named Juniper, also trans. I had a moment of relief that it wasn’t, and then a dark sadness overtook me.
I will never understand why we aren’t just left in peace. Why we can’t just be. I’m holding my heart open for this sweet Juniper. I never want to be so hardened that I can’t feel grief when we lose a member of our community.
I am sending you so much love, Robin.
This is beautiful, Robin. Thank you.
Robin, A TEAR is much more appropriate than clicking a ❤️! Fondly, Michael
Yes: a heart for all the feelings here. Of course I know and have met trans people. Some of them, I even know they're trans. They go shopping and celebrate their kids' birthdays and try to pay the bills on time and just live, and try to thrive sometimes.
Hearts for the broken hearts, and hearts for the loving, loved and authentic people.
💕💔💞❤️🩹💗❤️💕
Thank you Robin
Thank you, Robin. With love from a nonbinary reader 💛🤍💜🖤
Oh, Robin…💜
Robin-Thank you for this heartbreaking reflection. What touched me most was the reminder of the ordinary humanity that so often gets erased beneath the amplification of “otherness.”
Somehow trans people have become elevated in the cultural imagination into symbols, battlegrounds, abstractions, projections, fears, and political currency, when in truth most of us are simply trying to live forward day by day with dignity, tenderness, awkwardness, humor, exhaustion, like everyone else. Thank you for the grounding and the courage of this witness. Sheila Grace
Robin, that was so beautiful, and sad, and lovely and I cry for my world. Why does it have to be this way........... beautiful and ........cruel. But thank you for keeping on helping me see it.
I see you
I love you, Robin, and I've been missing you and wondering how you are. I have something to discuss with you, so I'll be in touch. Thank you always, for writing about this. For standing for the trans community, for being the love that you are. xo