I can't believe we're still at this point.
We still have to remind people that we're human. We still have to live in fear, either for ourselves or for our trans siblings.
Today we mourn the people who couldn't make it and we fight for those who struggle keeping up in a world that hates us.
And yes, merely existing is an act of rebellion, it's a middle finger to those people who want us dead, it's a beacon for the ones who need to know they're not alone.
But we can't be still there. We can't be okay with having to remember people we're people too.
It's exhausting.
Yes, our existence is radical. But it shouldn't fucking be.
