"Take all that pain, take that grief, take that anger, and channel it into love.” That’s something a Black trans woman told me once, when I was really pissed about my transphobic family members and grieving the deaths in the trans community. “That grief is just love that doesn’t know where to go.” She said. “So you have to put it into something. Put it into building your community, into building a family, put it into fighting for your family. Don’t let it go to waste.”
So I didn’t. And I learned that it still hurts, it still SUCKS but it helps so much to put those feelings into something. Whether that’s writing essays or learning more about different bigotries and/or history, or going to meetings with others in my area about fighting fascists, or fucking around and making some transsexual/gay propaganda, it’s got to go somewhere. That’s one of the reasons being crippled is such an issue for me, because I so rarely have the energy to put all my devastations and emotional scrambles into anything.
But if you can, give it a shot. Put it into something! Even if that’s just reaching out to say “hi” to another trans person, or doodling some gayass art or writing about some of this bullshit, do it. Maybe watch a documentary about something in our community! I would even encourage doing something a little queer that’d strike fear into the hearts of our enemies but lol, we can’t all be doing that so don’t pressure yourself if you can’t.
Just don’t let yourself burn out, take care of yourself and put those feelings into something. Anything. Don’t just wait for them to die.
sometimes I forget my car isn't sound proof and then someone gives me a weird look while I am attempting to sing operatic latin in a parking lot and I am reminded (thanks liberai fatali)