It wasn't intentional for the Transgender Day of Remembrance to fall so close to Election Day and its aftermath, but they have certainly grown in importance to each other over the years.

For the first time in four decades, I will not watch a single minute of the men's soccer World Cup. Not one vuvuzela-shrieking minute.

I often feel that I am too alarmist. I have spent decades now, deep in the issue of anti-transgender violence and murder, and I know that colors my views.

October is no stranger to urban legends, dating back at least to Washington Irving's 1819 Halloween favorite, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow."

Around 20 years ago, somewhere in the middle of October 2002, I was talking with another trans activist friend of mine.

Your average, modern city is a labyrinth of streets linking home, work, and entertainment in a maze of asphaltic concrete as far as the eye can see.

Living is a funny thing. It is something we tend to take for granted. Our lungs autonomously breathe in a steady stream of oxygen, enriching our blood.

I've long had a complicated relationship with pronouns.

If one goes looking, they can find plenty of online quizzes and tests that will supposedly tell them just how transgender they are.

I recently had a momentous birthday, reaching 20 years past the age I expected myself to be dead.

There's a suffocating bleakness to Immigration and Customs Enforcement, or ICE, detention. We are locked inside 20 hours a day.

Conservative commentator and provocateur Matt Walsh recently released a movie titled, "What Is A Woman?"

Without a doubt, the Dobbs v. Jackson Women's Health Organization ruling overturning Roe v. Wade's right to abortion will go down as one of the most egregious abuses of judicial authority in our country's history.

I am sure you don't need me to tell you this: in a 5-4 ruling, the Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, which established constitutional protections for abortion, as part of a 6-3 decision to uphold an abortion ban in Mississippi.