i’m what happens to a “teenage transitioner” when they grow up. i’m a disabled multiracial queer trans woman and you can call me “erica”; it’s not my real name, though it’s what i wish it were… i am now in my 30s, much to my chagrin; i am not a receptacle for your bitterness or othering, and i am all about questioning why we too often perform the tasks of our oppressors for them in the belief that it will being us some illusory safety. my life is basically a bad Sarah McLachlan song, sung by Ani Di Franco.
topics here may be distinctly uncomfortable; like most queers, i, too, am an abuse survivor, and some of that content may be triggering; you are responsible for knowing what you are and are not safe to read. this is an -ism/-phobia free zone and i feel no shame in not approving comments that are offensive. sometimes i blog elsewhere; what i say here is reflective of me and not other blogs, so don’t try to blame them for anything I say here or on my Tumblr, found at http://inchoaterica.tumblr.com.
echoing my first post, and this is very important, this is what i’m in it for:
i want us all to be strong and free.
no cis policing of our identities
no trans/genderqueer-on-trans/genderqueer policing of our identities
no more minimizing other trans/genderqueer people for being different from you
my body, my rules, my life.