And here’s where I get really angry. Here’s where I speak truth to power, because I no longer care if I’m seen as an angry transgender woman. We have three beautiful children, and the thought of one of them dying the way Leelah did in so much pain and despair makes me want to vomit and cry all at once.
So I say: Not one more! I will not be silent. I will not pull my punches. The time for words has passed, and only deeds matter.
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