Something happens here, later in the plot.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I really wish I could write more about Shelly Hilliard’s murder (and the apparent trend of setting trans people on fucking goddamned fire) and violence against trans women in particular; but I can’t do it without either going in to a crying fit or panicking to incoherence. Did I mention that Shelley and I were pretty much neighbors?
Just take a moment and think about that cute little bubble that is the Gay Rights Movement (TM). Marriage, DADT, etc. Then think of how many trans people have been murdered in the past year (or how those murdered are almost exclusively trans women; or then even think about how many trans women have been murdered in the past year in Detroit alone). Think of the resources are going towards gay men and women getting married to receive federal and state tax benefits, or to be a part of the system that destroys communities and kills brown people on the other side of the globe; how much money goes in to mainstream Gay Politic. Then think of those (nonexistent) resources for creating accessibility for trans women in homeless shelters and other women’s support networks. How many trans women sit in male prison complexes. How many people in our society are denied a job, denied financial support, denied a place to sleep, denied the right to live, just because they are trans.
Gay Rights (TM) is the distraction that allows the dead, mutilated bodies of trans women to go by unnoticed.
I take issue with this.
Yes, there is a fucking shitload of wrong going on with the world, and the T of LGBT(QIAetc.) is often way too silent.
But you CANNOT blame that on the Gay Rights movement.
That’s the equivalent of saying, “Hey guys, shut up about your oppression, we’re busy trying to talk about OUR oppression here.”
(Source: mad-lynn)
The Dallas Voice has the details of a hideous hate crime that happened on Sunday, in Reno, Texas: Burke Burnett said he was at a private party at about 1 a.m. when four men suddenly attacked him, stabbing him at least twice with a broken beer bottle before throwing him onto a fire. His attackers yelled things like “pussy-ass faggot,” “gay bitch” and “c*ck-sucking punk,” Burnett said.
Burnett said it took 30 stitches to close stab wounds to his back and forearm, as well as a cut above his left eye. He also sustained second-degree burns and severe bruises. “They knew I was gay,” Burnett said Monday. “I’m convinced they were trying to kill me.”
Burnett says he knows his attackers and was heckled at the party before the assailants began throwing punches. He is staying with a friend and says he’s scared to go home, and scared it will “get brushed under the rug” in his small conservative town.
Holy fuck! This seriously needs to STOP!!! Live and let live, people!
Okay, so literally the only purple I have seen today other than my own is by one of the two out gay guys in my class (the other one’s ill, so I guess I can let that slide).
But basically I am sort of depressed at the lack of spirit here.
Post your purple so I can see the spirit of Tumblr, at least?
Except not physically.
You guys, I have to find more keys to stick on my necklace. That is exciting.
I intended to tell the guy for a while, and he walked in on me and Gary having a conversation about what defines a relationship. After getting frustrated at me asking him to define terms like relationship and romance, he asked what it was I was personally after, and it sort of went on from there, with me and Gary doing a joint explanation.
I think it went pretty well.
We moved onto talking about sexual boundaries, and he called me a sadistic bastard, but he slipped into male terminology so much easier than some of the other people I’ve told.
So yeah. He thinks I’m a freak for getting off on blood and pain, but seems pretty cool with the gender thing. =P
And when Gary was explaining it as being like if he woke up every morning with a vagina, the dude just sort of stared and asked how I coped. He was just so understanding about it even though he wanted to ask so many questions about everything (which is totally fine imo) and ugh everything just went really well and I’m happy for now okay.
They’re moving and all. Really, really moving.
But sometimes I just end up feeling like it won’t get better because I never had it that bad to start with.
I was never bullied for my sexuality or my gender because I hid it from most people and was lucky enough that the friends I confided in never betrayed my trust.
Am I terrified of what would happen if I ever told my family? Sure.
Does part of me still want my family to know? Fuck, yes. A thousand times yes.
But there are so many hundreds of amazingly strong queer people and supporters, and I end up feeling like too much of a coward to be allowed stand amongst them.
I haven’t done anything special.
Just lied to a tonne of folks.
Asher Bauer, A Day in the Life of an Angry Transsexual (via aimsme)
