i keep thinking about how one of my nurses after surgery, a cis woman, was so eager to talk to me about how she also got reconstructive vaginoplasty, to commiserate over the tribulations of the healing process, to be excited about the advances in medicine, to be happy for me. and she was older, and she slipped up occasionally with pronouns and deadnames, but she also always corrected herself and any other nurses who made the same mistake, it was honestly endearing and made me emotional how firmly and repeatedly she made note to everyone that while my chart said my deadname, my name was Zoe.
idk just. people in general will try to be kind, even if they aren't the most informed and even if they don't always do the best job. people tend to try. despite what twerfs want you to believe, you are not alone in a world full of people who will never accept you, your best options are not just a handful of people humoring you. people care, people love. and trans people have existed longer than any twerf has been alive, and nobody has succeeded in stamping us out. we'll always be here and we'll always be able to find happiness, family, friends, love, even amidst those who hate to see us happy. we're stronger than them, and most people would much rather us just be happy. even people who might not Get it tend to not Get blindingly intense hatred more. hate is easy and loud and makes one feel strong, but it's all empty lonely posturing. most people would rather just let us live.
