I’m a woman. I’m black. I’m trans. And I’m alive. That’s a radical idea if you
really think about it because trans women of color - specifically black and
brown bodies - are active agents in our own survival despite unbearable
statistics, lack of resources, dehumanizing media stories and exiling from many
And this notion of survival and resistance isn’t new.
We’ve always been survivors (I bow to Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera as I write this). For me, personally and politically, there’s no separating my womanness, my blackness, my transness from my me-ness.
I am a trans woman of color who is writing, speaking, loving, fighting, smiling, living and who honestly has no choice but to be exactly who I am and use the blessings I have been given to shed light on the struggles and triumphs of my community.
To be of service and to be fully me makes me proud.
you take the vast majority of shit from radscum and bigots in general
you take the blame when dfab trans activism ruffles feathers
you are the hated, violently attacked face of “the transgender movement” and then also silenced, demeaned, and banned from queer circles
you stand up for trans men and dfab non-binary folks without hesitation, constantly
and we are shit allies to you in return
preferring to post pretty pictures of skinny white men in binders than to notice when you’re being harassed, stalked, and outed
preferring to complain that we’re not allowed to use the t-word and throwing it into your faces constantly
preferring to bemoan that we don’t get as much male privilege as we should so therefore we should be allowed in women’s spaces, even as we shove you out
so this is a dmab trans folks appreciation post
and a call for fellow dfab queers to get our shit together