LGBTQ culture without trans people is like a garden without soil. It looks pretty for a minute, but nothing grows.
This post is for the trans elder who remembers Stonewall, the baby trans kid debating their first binder, and the cisgender ally trying to figure out how to hold space without taking up space. Let’s talk about the deep roots, the cultural friction, and the unbreakable solidarity that defines trans life inside the LGBTQ mosaic. Before we talk about pronouns and puberty blockers, we have to talk about history. Pop culture loves to credit the gay cisgender men of the 1970s for liberation, but the spark that lit the fire was transgender. Specifically, Black and Latina trans women.
For those of us living at the intersection of trans identity and the broader queer spectrum, the relationship is complex. We are the color spectrum to the rainbow flag; we are the proof that identity is not a cage, but a horizon.