the other day i watched a stand-up comedy special in which the comedian told joke after joke about how trans people are apparently harming our allies and our own by fighting for our human rights. it wasn’t very funny, but it did make me cry. as i listened to the comedian, i could feel the violence still burning in the place where it entered my soul, and i could hear where the violence had entered his. he says he doesn’t hate people like me, and i believe him, but hate has almost never been the reason that humans hurt humans. fear is.
