This bubbled up this morning because an article about the new HBO MAX Harry Potter series floated across my screen and got me seething.
I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it here, but one of my sisters is trans, as is her partner. Lovely people.
And I’m not doing that “Every woman is somebody’s sister/daughter/wife” thing. My connection to her isn’t why this matters to me.
But it is why I take transphobia very, very personally.
You need the world to be a fair place where everyone can get on with their lives without unnecessary grief. The real world is not like that, it is seething torturous catacomb of suffering with things barely recognisable push a way through unendurable horrors.When a small part of that pops up into your consciousness, strangely you focus on the personal injustice, when the real victims go unnoticed
@daniellatz
> "poet" as first word in bio
well that explains the rancid nonsense