Broader contemporary human society – culture – really doesn’t want us to transition because it views us as a maladaptive reproductive mutation that can be exterminated by killing all of us, even though we keep popping up in the genome. It wishes we didn’t exist and it expresses this by denying us our humanity in order to justify our deaths.
The taproots of trans genocide run deep in our species and are fed by a wellspring of oily fear that emerges from the deep-seated existential dread of the failure of the species. Indeed, anyone that represents a threat to procreation can be a part of the collateral damage.
One need only look at the scorn and pity infertile or assumed infertile women endure to taste a single bitter drop from that dark place. Homosexuals, bisexuals, and childless on purpose couples are given draughts of it to drink, while trans people are thrown bodily overboard into the sea to drown and feed the sharks that ply the murky depths while lifeguards nod approvingly.
The tropes of trans women as traps and predators, the Mariana Trench of of it all, twine with misogyny to twist victims into perpetrators, nimbly avoiding the cognitive dissonance of broken, lifeless bodies as equal recompense for bruised egos, fragile sexualities, and inexpressible fears.
At every turn, our humanity is challenged, questioned, objected to, and denied. Our chosen names are ignored, leaving us nameless, and the nameless have no advocates. Our bodily autonomy is regulated and controlled like beasts. We are contorted into impossible social situations to accommodate cis inflexibility. We are the subject of crude, grade-school jokes broadcast worldwide. We are treated as freaks and pariahs, shameful beings to be hidden away.
Even the very architecture of the land divides us from the rest of humanity. It tells us we don’t belong and to go somewhere else. But where are we supposed to go when there’s no space set aside for our bit of humanity? Daily we endure this apartheid of exclusion without even the fig leaf of separate and unequal facilities.
We are no singular Joseph Merrick, struggling alone, we are 1.7 times more common than people with multiple sclerosis or Down syndrome. Even with a 41% suicide rate, we have no telethons.
No one is trying to save our lives. It is in fact, the opposite. Trans murder rates, especially for trans women of color and trans sex workers, are statistically significantly higher than the general population but nobody knows how much higher because they aren’t well tracked.
And now, daily almost, comes legislation that erases us or anyone else that does not conform to reductive, regressive ideologies rooted in beliefs of humanity’s dominance over and right to exploit nature as opposed to being an integrated part of it. Part of their fear sprouts from their foolish struggle to neatly categorize the messy splendor of nature and attempts ignore the bits that don’t fit — like transgender people.
We are direct, manifest existence proofs that the world does not fit their world views and they react to the fact of us like children by denying reality, lashing out, and attempting to banish what makes them uncomfortable. It would be amusing if they weren’t adults, that some make the rules that many of us live by, and some kill us while many tacitly approve.
But against the inhumanity of it all, one by one, we step forward to assert that we exist, because we always have and always will.