Trans people do not have cooties.
I repeat: trans people do not have cooties. Call the CDC and confirm it if you like, but you cannot catch any transgender germs from hanging out with someone who identifies as trans.
As ridiculous as it feels to type that, apparently there are some people who haven’t gotten the message.
I read this article this morning and was shocked, saddened, and in a bit of disbelief over the statistic it put forth:
27% of Americans don’t want to be friends with someone who’s transgender.
One in four of us.
What the actual fuck?
I cannot understand why. I mean, I really, really can’t make sense of that.
We’re not talking about proposing marriage, sleeping together, or even living in the same household. SIMPLY BEING FRIENDS WITH A TRANS PERSON IS A BIG. FAT. “NO” for one quarter of our population. Wow.
And WHY? Or why not? Is it fear? Misunderstanding? Disgust? Religion? Judgement? Or something else?
Would love your thoughts on this. What are your experiences? Do you have friends who are trans? If you’re trans, have you had experience that you’d share regarding people who won’t befriend you? I really want to understand this statistic and could use a little help from my friends.
And because I’m not trans, at least I can assume I have some friends…



yourself-to-sleep, not-sure-survival-is-possible tough. If the pressures of growing up, getting enough sleep, worrying about your grades and your future aren’t bad enough, there’s the acne/braces/glasses/not-being-popular/forever-feeling-awkward part.
kids and schools remember that bullying is never okay. So true! As the target of a few bullies growing up, I can recall all too well that feeling of being less-than. I wanted nothing more than to fit in and a few mean-spirited kids made sure I knew I didn’t and never would. It hurts.
As if Charlottesville hasn’t had enough to deal with lately, the city’s Pride Festival is now the victim of discrimination.
f you for a reallllly long time, worrying about it, thinking about it, growing it. You agonize over what to name it. You think about what it will look like, and how amazing it will feel to hold it for the first time.
those exact words — “just” an ally — it really hit me. I felt the same way. I belittled my position because I don’t exist within the LGBT community. I downplayed my significance to those who are living their life as lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender.
My book project is in full swing! I am thrilled with the pre-order campaign, in which 323 very kind people ordered a copy of my book before it’s even completed! Talk about humbling. The fact that friends, family and business sponsors were willing to shell out money for something on faith that I will make this book a reality – well, let’s just say I’m honored. And tiny bit terrified.
