In an Uber. Driver having loud phone conversation with someone in Spanish. A little annoying, but it happens. He hangs up. Says, “Mi hermano. La Migra.” And starts weeping.

The love I feel for the trans community comes from that place of deep gratitude. Without all of you - without online trans culture in particular - I never would have understood that gender dysphoria was the name for the gnawing wrongness I felt at being physically in the world.

I think car door handles should still work when the car is on fire