Dear Florida Legislature…

You did what your majority party is known for: you took a complicated problem and simplified it to fit your ideology. As a post-op trans woman, I don’t usually question my gender, and it hasn’t come up in my home state or any of my travels when I’ve used the bathroom — I have long used the appropriate bathroom. But now, thanks to Florida’s hard work, Florida has determined I should pee and shower — vulva, breasts, and all —as a man.

Here’s the letter I’d send you.

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What is wrong with a few symbols of queer oppression at SF Pride?

This year [2022], at San Francisco Pride, organizers decided that cops can march in the parade, but not in uniform. That has, unsurprisingly, angered some, who point out that gay cops should be able to celebrate pride, accusations of non-inclusivity towards the Pride organizers, and condemnation by politicians who are scared of losing the vote of the people who displaced the queer community.

A crowd of people on a street, none clearly visible, with three rainbow flags in the foreground.
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I’ll start by noting I’m not from SF, and so my opinion is of obvious limited value here. That said, I do know a bit about queer history, and I’m going to use the example of this Pride event to give my take on an issue that, sadly, we must revisit every damn year.

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What Do You Mean It Isn’t About Sex?

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A while ago, I mentioned to another trans person, in passing, that I did not medically transition for sexual reasons. As someone who was transitioning in large part to have sex in ways that matched her gender, she was kind of shocked: why would another woman go through all of this, if it wasn’t about sex?

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Throw a Brick for Me — I’m Worth More than a Window

If transphobia kills me, as it kills too many of my trans siblings, I want my friends to write my name on a brick and throw it through a window. I’ll leave it up to them as to which window they throw it through, but suspect it’ll be a political office or church window.

And right now, someone, somewhere, is reading this. And maybe that person is pissed. I’m advocating for the destruction of property.

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