It's Pride Month.
I don't yell. I can barely raise my voice above having to speak up in loud places.
So:
I'm 41 years old. I'm a proud 41 year old Sober Neurodivergent Trans Lesbian. I came out in 2017 and started HRT in 2018. Throughout these past 6 years, I've found myself asserting myself in public spaces more and more, along with taking ownership of my body to the point where I've now done topless photo shoots.
But over the past 6 years, I've watched anti-LGBT rhetoric go from "I disagree with your lifestyle, but whatever" to "making it impossible to exist in public." I've watched efforts to criminalize my friends in the drag community. I'm seeing a new effort to overturn Obergefell. I'm seeing my friends and I portrayed as threats for simply existing.
And it's exhausting to try and shove that aside to focus on the day to day stuff. It's tiring to have to go to work and pay my bills and do my laundry knowing the clock is ticking. Right now, I've built an okay existence for myself with a good job, beautiful partner, and a strong Queer and Neurodivergent friend group and I really don't want to leave that behind.
And I don't know when the clock will strike midnight, if at all. Contingency plans are being made. But in the meantime, at 41+ years old and fresh out of fucks to give, I might as well shine the light so bright it burns the eyes of transphobes and bigots.
Regardless of what the media says about my community, the plan is to exist loudly. Blast Miley Cyrus, Demi Lovato, and Rihanna from my car speakers. Wear sexy outfits. Call for IHOP trips at 5 AM, because I know most of my friends are down for pancakes at any time. Kiss my partner deeply in public. Have lots of platonic cuddle sessions with friends. Dance with drag queens. So on.
"Now if we meet out on the street I won't be running scared
I'll walk right up to you, and put one finger in the air
And make you understand
And make you understand
You had your chance, had your chance"
(Demi Lovato)