I Don’t Have to Tell You Things Are Bad

Everybody knows things are bad.

I’m not sure what this is yet. I know I’m going to be writing it in first person, which is different for me, but the self is very important here, because I’m a part of this. I don’t usually journal, or blog, in this case, but considering I haven’t written much of anything in the past decade I can’t really say I do any of this. I suppose you can consider this a record of me, that hopefully stands the test of time, helps some people, and lasts long after I’m gone, which, unfortunately, might be soon.

My name is Traea McGrady, and I am a trans woman living in America at the beginning of 2025.

I am angry.

However, though anger may be my dominant emotion at the moment, I haven’t lost hope. Anyone paying attention knew that the road we were going down was bad. I have seen every hope I had that goodness would prevail dashed upon the rocky shore of fascism, but it has not all been spent. This is not the end, nor the beginning of the end. Trans people will always exist. We always have, and always will. The laws of man are microscopic in the face of the laws of nature. What’s important now is that you don’t lose hope. You aren’t powerless. Every day you wake up and be who you are you chip away at the fortress of evil that stands before you.

Inside of you right now is a storm of emotions that is ever changing, and overwhelming. I feel it too. We’re all frightened for our lives, and for our futures. There are people out there who hate us, and truly want to see us wiped from existence. These things are scary. So feel scared. Feel scared, and depressed, and furious, and overcome. Cry yourself to sleep. Have aggressive sex. Smoke pot and eat an entire pizza.

Do that for a few days if you need to. It’s okay to not know what to do. After you’ve felt those emotions, that pain, sadness, anger, whatever it is, you take that and you use that. Be sad and write a crappy blog like this one, or some terrible poetry. Draw, paint, make music. Take those emotions and feel them and remind yourself that you are alive and that this sadness exists just so that you can be happy. This anger is inside of you so that you may know peace. As long as you are still capable of feeling you are still alive.

Let creation be an act of resistance. It is still early. We don’t know the extent of the weapons they have to use on us, but we do know that we can make our own. Everything we bring into this world that comes from deep within ourselves is one more marker that says “I am here, and you can’t ignore me.” Every protest song, work of art, late night conversation, and vertically filmed video is more evidence that we do exist, and more evidence that they are wrong.

The time might come when we have to destroy to protect ourselves. I pray every second of every day that it does not. Until that time comes, I will do everything I can to make sure that if I do go, the crater of my absence will be impossible to ignore.

I suggest you do the same.