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Sex* Gender is a cultural and social construction.
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)
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You really think that being trans is a âchoiceâ?
Then tell me why Nex endured over a year of abuse before being murdered by their own peers in a fucking bathroom. Tell me why Nex never âdecidedâ to âstop being transâ to avoid the abuse. Tell me why anyone would âchooseâ to keep taking all the hatred thrown their way. Tell me how that makes any sense.
Unless thatâs who they are. Unless living as anything else would be living a lie. Tell me how being forced to live a lie until something inside you breaks is somehow better than spending life comfortably as who you truly are. And tell me how itâs fair that someone saw that life and decided that it didnât deserve to be here at all.
Itâs impossible to exist in this world without losing a piece of yourself. I look at the way that my fingertips press to your cheeks like butterfly kisses and wish I was better at this. Everyday a human looses 40,000 dead skin cells, each afloat like ashes drifting off into a winter breeze. I find solace in the fact that some of this confeti of DNA has found home on your cheekbones like buried treasure. Youâve spent all day studying genetics so I wonder if you can tell me how long this will last. The helixes of our DNA intertwined across skin like satin ribbons, silky to the touch and yet so slippery.
Shout out to the ten year old who just got diagnosed. Shout out to the housebound fourteen year old. Shout out to the eighteen year old who canât go to the university they wanted. Shout out to the twenty two year old who canât get a job. Shout out to the twenty six year old with a caretaker. Shout out to the thirty year old who canât buy their own house.
Shout out to young disabled people. We exist.