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You just haven't met the right man. If I wanted a man, I'd get myself a real man. You know
this is the women's room. Police, can I see some I.D.? What are you? Some kind of ***?
We'll see you out in the parking lot, ***. I live in a world that gave me two choices.
Live in a female body and die at my own hands -- or begin to live as male and die at theirs.
I was always a gender transgressor. I will always be a gender transgressor. They did
not like me as a girl. They like me even less as a boy. I am not a straight, white, man.
My queerness, invisible to the naked eye. They tell me they might let me live, if I
never speak up. If I sit complicit in my silence while they shout their misogyny, their homophobia,
their transphobia, their ugly hate. If I keep my mouth shut, maybe it won't be me to die
today. Maybe it will be you. Can I live with my own deafening silence? No. I will not live
in fear. Today, I will feel fear, but it will not be my place of residence. Today, I may
feel fear, but I will also feel joy. I will feel at home in my own skin for the first
time. Today, I will not barely manage to keep the gun away from my temple. Today, I will
no longer think about the gun. Today, I may feel fear, but I will also feel hope. What
are you? Some kind of ***? Yup. Something like.