Time

It was much easier to publish work or just social media posts when I wasn’t so overwhelmed by constraining myself not to react to all of the transphobia and racism of this city. There’s an agreement of some sort that we should all be thankful for living in a place where we can “be ourselves” but that just puts a lot of pressure in still conforming to the status quo of being a correct and polite trans person.

Very hardly there are spaces on which people are not coming as allies from a place of almost charity. It will always be charity when the aim is only to help in a certain moment but not really taking the time to know someone. And we can argue that no one is obligated to get to know you. But the construct that is based of putting black trans women, disabled and neurodivergent queer folks and marginalized bodies on the front almost always brings the issue of visibility without power.

It just leads you to your death.

There are yet to be created and sustained communities and groups which are aware that we all have different ways of understanding the world and express it and because of that is crucial that we get to know each other. That we make TIME to know each other. Time is a resource that the most vulnerable of us do not have in abundance, which sometimes leads us to burn our lifeforce in order to create it, contributing to the belief that we’re defined by being self-destructive.