There are three stories that have recently crossed my desk, each of which are unrelated, but together paint a very descriptive image of what's wrong with the way non-trans people are speaking about trans lives.
The U.S. Space & Rocket Center in Huntsville, Alabama is the home of Space Camp, a program where kids of all ages can explore what it is to be part of a space mission.
On February 7, a 16-year-old student at Owasso High School in Owasso, Oklahoma entered the girls' bathroom. Twenty-four hours later, that student would be dead.
Today, I want to talk to you about clowns. No, I am not slyly referring to the various Republican politicians who are filing ever more draconian bills to squash transgender freedom across our country, though the thought had occurred to me.
I was recently made aware of a fascinating bit of linguistic history, courtesy of the 1661 edition of Thomas Blount's "Glossographia, or a dictionary interpreting all such hard words of whatsoever language now used in our refined English tongue."
The holidays were different when I was younger. Lacking the internet, one would eagerly anticipate the arrival of the Sears catalog at your front door around August or September.
We're in that time of year, post-Thanksgiving but not yet Yule, when you cannot breathe without being bombarded by messages of family get-togethers for the holidays.
It should come as no surprise to anyone that I feel that the trans community often fails to grasp its own history. That focus is, after all, part of my own history.