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The War On Trans Humans Is Just Stupid

Have you ever met a trans person? I mean really met them and talked with them and listened to their stories? When I was working at the church I knew several trans people, all of who dealt with severe mental health issues due to being houseless, largely because of the fact that they were transhumans.

Transhumans are like a fresh rainbow after a hard rain. They are bright lights in the world filled with possibilities and majick, and I say this because of what the idea of being trans represents to me as a bisexual woman.

When I was growing up in Calgary, I remember the very first LGBTQ2S+ couple I ever saw…my mom’s boyfriend said that it was disgusting two seemingly apparent men were holding hands…I thought it was beautiful.

Boys holding hands? I’d never seen that before, and I was fascinated, I was as they say, “hooked.” In jr high when a classmate confessed he might be gay, my only thought was that if anyone ever found out his life would be destroyed, because I had had my hair set on fire by our classmates. I had absolutely zero trust that he would be safe, and I think about him almost every single day.

It wasn’t “cool to be gay” until I found the Vancouver Pride Parade when I was about 23, the pride parade changed everything for me. It was color and majick, it was beauty in a thousand different shades in a million different colors, and the people were everywhere.

I have marched in four Pride parades since then, and every single time I am struck dumb by the fact that I get to be surrounded by so much love and joy.

Every day of my life I get the choice to wear what I want, go where I want, and I am lucky enough to be free to be me, but I had to fight hard for this freedom. I live on disability because men on this planet tried to murder me, and my brain is still trying to come down from the shock of it all.

My trans brothers and sisters are still fighting. They are fighting for their voices to be heard, for their right to be in sports, for their education, for their place in the world, and too many people are incredibly quiet on the verified human rights violations that are being perpetrated against the trans community on this planet.

Each of these humans is doing their best to be a part of a world that is constantly telling them they have no place, and it makes me shake my head and ask why. Why is it so fucking difficult for trans folks to be a welcomed part of our community?

Is it because humans are evil? Is it because trans humans represent transition and change? Is it because by their very being they show you that anything, absolutely anything is possible? Does that frighten you?

Good. I hope they continue to make you uncomfortable, I hope that trans men and women and everyone in between continue to push themselves into spaces they are unwanted until their collective voice becomes such an unignorable roar you can’t help but to shut the fuck up and listen.

Trans women no more choose to be trans women than I choose to be bisexual. I was born and created to be who I am just as they are, and they are beautiful and wonderful, and they have a place in this world.

They exist, because the universe demands they exist, in order for there to be balance. In school we learned that in order for anything to exist all things must be equal, equal light equal dark, above and below, what you do to one, you must do to the other.

But I don’t think that’s true, I think that if tomorrow people suddenly stopped being douchebags, the world would continue. Too many people are stuck in this idea that everything has to fit in “its place”. Girls must be girls, boys must be boys, your skin must be white, your eyes must be blue, green is okay but brown is not, and on and on and on. We’re supposed to fit in this ideal that none of us were born to fit into.

Sometimes – not often – but sometimes you’ll hear someone say “they broke the mold with that one,” in reference to how different someone is. They used to say this about me as a child, and back then it made me proud to think that I was different than the people I was surrounded by.

Slowly but surely societal conditioning took my pride from me and convinced me that being different was something to be ashamed of when nothing could be further from the truth.

The film Pleasantville is a perfect metaphor for the world we are living in right now, but instead of moving toward the color, we’re trying to paint everything black and white and say it’s beautiful. It’s not.

Banning trans boys and girls from youth sports takes away a safe space for them to be, and forces them to feel as if they do not belong when in reality they absolutely belong. They belong in our world because they exist in our world and no human on earth has the Godly power to say otherwise.

I have a deeply spiritual side to myself that I very rarely talk about and the Gods, Goddesses, and Angels that I have spoken to don’t give a fuck about what is or is not between someone’s legs, all they care about is what you do with your time here.

You can be on the side of humanity, protecting ALL human rights, because it is the right thing to do, or you can build your legacy on destroying what exists because it must exist for us all to exist.

Sending all my love,

Devon J Hall

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