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Have you ever been to a trans pride picnic? It is a miracle of logistics. People who cannot afford their next injection bring gluten-free cupcakes. People whose families have disowned them become adopted parents for a hundred new children. The laughter is not polite. It is the laughter of people who have looked into the abyss and decided to wear sequins. To be trans is to engage in an

You are the unfinished cathedral. And cathedrals take centuries to build. The workers who laid the first stones never saw the stained glass. The stained glass artists never heard the organ. The organists never saw the tourists from across the world who would weep at the beauty. Unhewn

This joy does not erase the pain. It holds the pain. It says, "Yes, I am a target. But I am also a firework."