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Thanks for sharing and happy Tran-versary
Thanks for sharing, Ragi . Keep shining 🌞
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Happy Trans-versary Ragi, You look so good in this picture 😃
Happy trans-versary❤️
Happy Trans-versary Ragi! So proud of you🫰
Love 🫶🏼🏳️🌈
The moment I realized I was trans still reverberates with clarity — I was furiously typing into a word doc in a futile attempt to decompress from an inhabitable flurry of thoughts that were increasingly becoming impossible to escape.
My thoughts led me to Google what it means to trans to find a definition that hopelessly forgets too many multitudes: “Trans is an umbrella term to describe people whose gender is not the same as, or does not sit comfortably with, the sex they were assigned at birth.”
It felt slightly ridiculous to declare my transness to myself through this because my closest friends were trans, and I’d spent months grappling with materializing and unmaterializing myself in labels.
It also feels ridiculous to grapple with the word doc that holds this truth, titled escaping this miserable state.
I did escape the miserable state, but not in the way the word doc intended to: this beginning comes from the remnants of an ending of many selves, and I’m tired of narratives that validate life through death — of this twisted rite of passage where we need to lay out the intimacies of how we tried to kill ourselves to convince medicalized systems to release the lifesaving gender-affirming care we need.
It never gets old to confront how this living state comes from the jarring need to disconnect and dissociate from so many years of youth in order to preserve the present.
I want trans youth to live without this ending of selves. I want trans youth to have a youth.