Today, I could really use someone to just tell me I’m ok. That I’m not a terrible person. That my trans-ness doesn’t disqualify me from being a decent human being. That I’m still a good person. That I’m the kind of person someone would want their kid to grow up to be like. I don’t always need that kind of reassurance, but when I do it’s hard to do anything else until I feel better. I’ve been trying to focus on a single line from Janelle Monae’s Q.U.E.E.N.
Even if it makes other uncomfortable, I will love who I am.