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It is a scathing indictment that I am somehow a queer elder now. I’m 42. There is a generation before me but not nearly as large as it should be. And trans folks? We’ve always existed but good luck finding the elder of us. Between transphobia, lack of access to care, and poverty, too many didn’t make it.
The Wandering ShopSisuile Butler (@Sisuile@wandering.shop)It's #Pride. And I've just been reminded, forcibly, that the thing we might need to be most proud of?
Is that there are elders alive for queer kids these days to look up to. There pretty much weren't when I was young and newly out.
They exist. We exist. We're still here. Many of our elders didn't make it through, but they gave us the space, the ability, to be heard, to know our voices mattered, before we lost them.
We're here. We're queer. We're still alive.