I could find story after story like these. It makes me weep for my people… it makes me weep for people… These are are brothers and sisters, but they are also my people because some people don’t like gender pronouns and I’m cool with that. But these are my people… And I hate that bad things happen to them… I hate that people have to die… that people think it is okay to kill… It’s shit this that makes me so frightened to be myself…. It is shit like this that makes me want to hide and never tell anyone… I worry who is going to out me to everyone… who is going to come after me… who is… oh dear god… I can’t even finish that thought….
Hate is never okay.
Stay strong my people…