kind of in a state of shock at the seemingly skyrocketing rate of trans people being m*rdered. it’s not news, but why does it feel like it’s getting worse? so tired of my siblings losing their lives almost every day. so angry at how specifically Black trans femmes are targeted. so beyond heartbroken that it happened to a friend, sweet Elie, the other day. when it happens close to home it becomes so much more violent, just permanently on the brink of tears and can’t really eat or sleep because I just feel so helpless and frustrated n wish I could protect all trans ppl so bad. I’m not complaining, I’m as privileged and safe as trans ppl come, incl the privilege of talking about it, mourning my siblings and still being alive. but every day I wake up and look at my phone with overwhelming anxiety, and like clockwork almost every day we’ve lost another one. rly just don’t wanna wake up at all anymore but obv I always will because there’s SO much to do and fight for and I would rather die doing that, hell I probably will lol. I wanna be positive and stay strong for everyone around me but I definitely have weak moments, which I hate. But regardless, the queer & trans community is so strong and beautiful and like no other and I am so honored and grateful for everyone around me always so thank you for that. am not writing this 4attn, it’s just how I feel right now which I guess I don’t talk about much here, but I AM begging if you’re in London please go to the Trans Protest this weekend if you are able, I’m missing it by a couple days :( and in general everywhere in the world, please please can we keep up the momentum of actively fighting for peoples lives, whatever form that takes for you. these are not trends these are humanitarian issues. hope everyone is doing ok, especially those who also knew Elie or anyone we’ve lost recently. #blacktranslivesmatter #protecttranskids #protectblacktranswomen