Trans rights are not the Devil’s instruments.
Forgive me, this record appears stuck, I am tired, and Twitter has been a grouching. At some point my will to be civil invariably slips, the better part of me departs for climes unknown, and I let slip the dogs of snark. Transphobia appears to be the new British pastime if you rely on the socials and certain elements of the press. Yet it X that truly takes the biscuit for allowing anonymous bigots to spew their bile. Never in the course of human history have so few vented to so many, dominating the discourse about a small subset of the population. Like some anti-Churchill they holla “Man!” “Pervert! “Groomer!” faster than a Me 109 could spit bullets, plucky wannabes hiding behind their slogan memes and random number generated names. They see trans folk as the devil incarnate, worse than that, an ideology in need of absolute purging.
I have been on Twitter since 2009, my account mainly dormant aside from the odd foray here and there. Until August 2023 rocks around and I decide in my infinite wisdom that it would be a wonderful idea to re-engage. Post Musk, post abuse team, a furnace where every time you open the ap you get a blast of scolding air to the face. Some would call it invigorating, others a form of self-harm; me I vacillate between the two, those increasingly landing on the latter. Transphobia is such an omnipresent fixture of my feed that all the cute…
