I’m a woman. I’m black. I’m trans. And I’m alive. That’s a radical idea if you
really think about it because trans women of color - specifically black and
brown bodies - are active agents in our own survival despite unbearable
statistics, lack of resources, dehumanizing media stories and exiling from many
And this notion of survival and resistance isn’t new.
We’ve always been survivors (I bow to Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera as I write this). For me, personally and politically, there’s no separating my womanness, my blackness, my transness from my me-ness.
I am a trans woman of color who is writing, speaking, loving, fighting, smiling, living and who honestly has no choice but to be exactly who I am and use the blessings I have been given to shed light on the struggles and triumphs of my community.
To be of service and to be fully me makes me proud.