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Dear Cis People, I DO Need You, I Just Can’t Coddle You
Look, I’m TIRED… and I think you are, too.
I’m not going to stop referring to you as Cis if you’re cis. Not until we stop calling me trans, anyway. It’s NOT a slur! You are not the default, and you are not the definition of normal -you’re simply common, while I am rare. Here, look:
I like to think words still mean something. Even here in Dystopia Gardens. Y’all occur far more often, as humans, than folks like me. That’s ALL. There’s just a LOT more of you. Good on you! Unlike many of you, toward me and mine, I don’t resent your existence. I just don’t see me as an Other, but y’all cannot say the same. And any of you having one word to say about trans healthcare, for me, is akin to me weighing in on your penile implant, your viagra, your tummy tuck or your piles. I would never, because it’s actually none of my business. But because I am of the few and you of the many, you might feel very certain you have a say in all things trans related. Just like men deciding stuff for the women folk, or white folk deciding for the black folk, or the straights deciding for the queers, and so on. Always the “majority” certain they get to call the shots for the minority…