A List Of Things People Have Said To Me As a Black Trans Woman
This is a parody of Thalia Vacha ⚢’s article
“A list of things people said to me when I came out as a trans woman”
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The life of a Black trans woman is often described through crisis, but most of the violence arrives before anyone is willing to call it violence. It comes in the little corrections, the soft warnings, the nervous compliments, the tone checks, the sudden fear in the room when you speak plainly. Then the little things become policy, rumor, exclusion, poverty, policing, abandonment. The micro becomes macro It was training. It was the world teaching everyone how to look at you before you even opened your mouth. So let me show and tell what we have.
“I just think you’re so strong.”
because you make me have to be.
“You’re intimidating.”
I said one sentence, and suddenly I’m a threat to national security with kunt and aura
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
Intent is just the receipt y’all wave around after the harm already cleared.
“You’re making this about race.”
Baby, it was about race when I walked in and y’all had a glass of water for the white girls and a case file for me.
“I just feel like you’re hard to approach.”
I’m not hard to approach, y’all just want Black trans women to be readable, harmless, and available on demand.
“You’re so articulate.”
I don’t think I need to comment on this one
“I’m scared to disagree with you.”
You’re not scared to disagree with me, you’re scared I’ll notice your argument was built out of racism, sexism, Tumblr scraps, and fumes.
“You’re always angry.”
who’s fault is that?
“I just think we need unity.”
Unity is what y’all beg for the second after you finish standing on my neck.
“You’re tearing the community apart.”
The community was already in pieces; I just walked over and turned the lights on.
“You should be more patient.”
It’s weird how people like to use the p word when they know they fucked up
“I don’t see color.”
Weird, because the doctor, landlord, cop, algorithm, shelter, clinic, bouncer, chaser, and white girl with a spreadsheet all see it just fine.
“You’re so brave.”
Ma’am, I am trying to reach the open bar, not become your little sociology breakthrough.
“I just don’t know how to help.”
Start by believing Black trans women and paying us for our labor before you have to bury us
“You’re too much.”
Just say you hate fun lol
“You’re not like other trans girls.”
Correct, because the other trans girls got offered softness and I got to find out how getting fucked for 500 for rent felt like.
“I never even think of you as trans.”
Thank you for telling me my dignity depends on how well you can forget part of me.
“You’re making people uncomfortable.”
Good, maybe discomfort will finally do what empathy apparently couldn’t.
“You’re too political.”
My body became political before I got to finish becoming a person.
“Can we not make this divisive?”
The division happened when y’all built the room with Black trans women standing outside it.
“You’re reading too much into it.”
No, I’m reading exactly what you wrote on the wall and then acted shocked I could spell.
“You just need to heal.”
Healing is not shutting up so the people who hurt me can enjoy the room again.
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