I've been thinking a lot about how violence is woven into the identities of trans folks. I've been thinking a lot about how when I was harassed the other day based on my gender non conformity, that it felt somehow affirming in my identity. I was shaken up and at the same time I remember thinking "well at least this confirms that I'm trans". I've been thinking a lot about how sad this is? How enduring harassment makes me feel "more trans" or somehow more valid in who I am? This speaks to the massive amount of violence that trans folks, particularly trans femme and BIPOC trans folks face everyday. It speaks to the way that continual violence becomes woven into identity, so much so that I've been asking myself: in our current reality, if I were never stared at, gawked at, glared at, questioned, harassed.. would I no longer feel trans? How much of my public identity is affirmed to me by being treated as "other"? Can anyone relate to this feeling? I wish so badly for freedom for all trans people to be able to live and define ourselves outside of violence.
[#imagedescription: ink stares into the camera, standing in front of a white door. They have short brown hair, white skin, and wear a brown, loose muscle top that falls flat over their bound chest. Their expression isn't happy or sad, it is open and thoughtful.]