our gall to be ourselves > terfs and transphobes
For every one thing said aloud there are 1,000 not. The messages silent, yet loud and clear. Side eyes, nudges and laughs paired with the wrong kind of discomfort. A child told not to point, a stare in the airport bathroom that says “how dare you?” How dare I exist – in this body, at this time, on this spot, on this rock? And I say “yes.” A resounding “yes, I fucking dare. I dare to be my full self in a society addicted to sameness. I dare to look past the endless flow of the 1,000 things, to hold your hand tight, and to keep going. I dare to believe that our hearts are greater that the sum of their hate. I dare.”
