Hi, pls check out my second YouTube video on Trans Positivity where I discuss my favorite things about being trans 😊♥️✨
Also, I have an awkward “Icebreaker Question” but it’s like halfway through the video...I wonder at what point is it not an icebreaker question, like if it’s not initially asked is it then just considered a question. Yet, at the same time it is a question meant to break the ice between me and whoever’s watching soo 🤷🏽♂️ lololol these are the things I think about instead of attending to my actual responsibilities. But this is sorta the space for that sooo yeah, check out my video lol & Reblog pls!
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How are we telling Zo's story?
Zo and Director Sam Hampton sat down with Professor Susanne Unger's Sex, Gender, and Culture class at American University to share some clips from A CHANGE IN THE FAMILY, and students were invited to ask Zo questions about his experiences.
This sort of direct impact is what we're looking to make. And you can help us make it:
https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/change-in-the-family-documentary-finishing-funds-transgender#/
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Niceness counts for nothing
A little over 20 years ago, I read the words, “Niceness counts for nothing, Michael,” in the pages of Armistead Maupin’s Sure of You. Published in 1989, the book was the last (until the series resumed in 2007,) of his Tales of the City novels, and written during the height of the AIDS crisis. It is part of an exchange between two gay men, both HIV positive, one dying of AIDS. One conflicted about the politics of identity and survival, and one who doesn’t have the luxury of being apolitical because the politics surrounding AIDS are what’s killing him as much as the virus itself.
I tell you all that, for context.
I’m 44 years old. I remember that it was 1986 before Reagan even uttered the name of the disease. I remember Phyllis Schlafly and Jerry Falwell decreeing it God’s Judgement on “The Gays.”
I was 13 years old then. I didn’t know I was queer, but I knew my godfather was. He and his ex-partner were the anchors in my life when my parents divorced. They loved me. I was 4. They were both forcibly closeted by their families.
In the ‘80s, one by one, their circle of friends, were dying. Not just from AIDS, but from politics. Then my godfather’s ex-partner, tested positive. And it destroyed him. He cut all ties with everyone. I didn’t see him again, after I was 15. I couldn’t find him again as an adult. I hope he survived. I hope he found peace. I lived in fear, that my godfather would test positive, because he was also my family by blood, and I knew what our family would do.
I grew up. I went to college, I took care of my grandmother, I fell in love, I read books. Iworked in the health insurance industry. I left it because it was killing me, quite literally. When you can’t stomach another day of watching people suffer to serve the profit margin, when it leaves you in tears at the end of the day, and you can’t sleep without at least a glass or two of wine to soften the edges of your conscience, it’s not a good sign.
Again, this is all context.
Because here we are, almost 30 years after Sure of You was published, a little over 20 years since I had a gut-wrenching epiphany at that quote. 10 years after I left an industry that bases it’s success on how much care it can get away with NOT providing, by any means necessary, and as once again, we have not merely 20-30 million people at risk of losing access to Healthcare, but where we are once again on the verge of an AIDS/HIV crisis as a consequence.
If the Senate passes the BCRA, people will die. In staggering numbers that we don’t remember because back before the ACA, those deaths were localized. If you weren’t invested in our collective access to Healthcare in the '80s and '90s and early '00s, you don’t have the context for it. If you don’t have friends or family who died or who suffered, are suffering because they couldn’t afford to go to the Doctor, didn’t qualify for Medicaid, and or didn’t have employer-subsidized insurance, you don’t have context for it.
We have a generation of kids about to go into 1st or 2nd grade, who have never been subject to lifetime Caps or pre-existing condition exclusions. Whose parents have never had to wonder if they can afford a speech therapist or an asthma inhaler or an anti-choice drug, or a retroviral or an EpiPen.
We have a generation of freelancers who know their odds of having coverage are better but imperfect.
We have a generation of people approaching Middle age, who have spent more time uninsured as adults than they’ve spent with insurance.
We have seniors who are already without pensions, who are cutting pills in half so they can afford to get at least some of their medications in their system on most days.
People will die.
Almost a quarter of people HIV+ prior to the ACA, didn’t have insurance coverage.
Chemotherapy costs hundreds of thousands of dollars.
People will die.
People will suffer.
People will go bankrupt and lose their homes.
Niceness still counts for nothing.
We don’t have the luxury of being apolitical in 2017.
We don’t have the luxury of being polite, in 2017.
We don’t have the luxury of thinking people in office will do the right thing, in 2017.
Niceness counts for nothing.
ETA: so, I wrote this last night. And this morning, The Orange Fuhrer decided to come for my trans brothers and sisters. So I reiterate, NICENESS COUNTS FOR NOTHING. He will come for us, from the most vulnerable, to the privileged in some ways but not others. Muslims, Dreamers, the sick, the poor, the disabled, women, POCTrans folx, then other LGBQIA folx. He and his hateful Reich, engineered by Putin and Dominionists, will keep coming for us. There is no neutral, there is no apolitical, there is no wait and see. They are farcical and horrifying and we outnumber them. But if we don't stop playing nice, we will wind up dead. That's the cost. And if you're not the one who'll pay the price, you'd damn well not volunteer the rest of us to pay it for you.
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