And this is what is really important
There may be no point whatever in arguing about the fine nuances of language and who is and who is not a good trans person. It is the time of year when we mourn our dead, and celebrate our lives. I was asked by the London TDOR committee to do both, and to do so at a length appropriate to a crowded programme. So, here is this year's poem.Death and Solidarity
So many dead. And how do we go on?
They shoot us, stab us and erase our name.
They beat us, bludgeon us, and try to blame
The victims. When their murders are all done
we are still here and watching. We're a crowd
of angry mourners and we won't forget.
They've killed so many innocents and yet
we won't be silent and we won't be cowed.
Just standing, naming, mourning is an act.
It's not enough, but it says we are here
and going nowhere, and we will not fear
to live our lives. For centuries we've lacked
our voice, and were killed silently. That death
cries out now through us. Without pause for breath.
Kate, Lisa, Ashley - you are all my sisters and I love you all even when you are screaming at each other.