'but my childhood' GROW UP you're 35

It's all trans rights are human rights until it means making a modicum of personal sacrifice

We can do scary things. We can face scary times. We can endure, we have endured, and we will endure.
I love you so much, and I believe that all storms pass, and I believe in your courage and fortitude. I am here for you.

We are not trodden-upon subjects without a will of our own, we are free agents who can affect mighty change in small ways. Keep loving one another, stay soft in a world that seeks to harden you. Speak up, when you can, and take care of yourself the best way you know how.

I'm a disabled zine maker and Gothic scholar - would love to be involved.

You can do it!!!!!!!

That feeling that things ought to be different is called hope, not despair. Believe in visionary futures, and do your bit to make them come true. The stories of courage and fortitude are real, and you are a character in them.
Courage, mon brave.

You should put poetry and funny pictures and breakfasts on your social media. You should tell people when you're down and let them lift you, you should spend your spoons lifting other people when you can.

You can find comfort anywhere. When you do, you should nurture it, no matter how small and insignificant it seems. You should share it with others, too, because they probably need it.

You can take time to grieve and then get the bit between your teeth, because there are people to love out there, and they need you.

You can start making things better today. Or tomorrow. You can take tiny steps or huge strides, you can fall flat on your fucking face, you can get up again. You can be part of incremental change no matter how powerless and miserable you feel.

Can an AI make a prettier piece of art than me, sure it fucking can, because it's stolen thousands of pretty pieces of art to grind up and spit out. But can it think and conceptualise, is there a journey and a joy? NO. Also I like having water on my planet so it's a big fuck off from me.