As a trans woman, my ability to “pass”, ergo, be traditionally pretty and feminine is the thing that determines my ability to be able to live peacefully in public and to survive my very existence. As if I liked having panic attacks because I don’t think I look feminine enough to be able to go too far from my home because I need to build my entire life around the possibility that some guy may get confused about his sexuality when hitting on me if they clock me, feel emasculated and turn me into a statistic. Or god forbid, I don’t match with some arbitrary bullshit if I want to go piss in a public women’s bathroom. But sure, do come and tell me that I’m just being narcissistic.

Sure, a lot of that is for me because dysphoria is horrible but dysphoria would be a lot easier to move around and to explore if the world I was in wasn’t such a misogynistic and by extension transphobic shithole.