I wasnāt going to respond to this, I looked at your blog. Your irrational hatred and bile directed towards trans people is palpable and pathetic. This was intended to upset me.Ā
But I now have a chance to talk about who my grandfather is.Ā
You see, I find it interesting that you claim the only way my 90yr old grandfather could possibly be so accepting is if he was dying of one of the most horrible diseases known to man, a condition which eats your brain from the inside out and turns you in an angry, scared shell of the child you once were while your family has to grieve you long before youāre dead.Ā
You find it easier - and evidently prefer - to believe that to accept me, my grandfather must have Alzheimerās rather than any other reason.Ā
Why is that easier to believe than a man who lived through (not was born during, not was around for, lived through) the Second World War and the aftermath, seeing footage of the concentration camps and meeting refugees would be accepting?Ā
A poor builder and a farmer who worked alongside queer men and deaf men and the few people of colour in Northern Ireland in the 1950s and was himself barred from many places of employment and education due to his religion?
This man, whose oldest son was born the year the British army began occupying his country, who lived through the Troubles and was automatically considered suspicious and dangerous through an incident of birth? A man who helped raise six children - most of them boys and therefore in great danger of the army turning their guns on them for playing kid-games - in a time of civil war where it didnāt seem to matter which side you were on, the bombs and shootings could get you either way? A man who once was taken hostage by the IRA?Ā
My grandfatherās oldest son - my dad - was the first in his family to go to university and there he met and fell in love with a Protestant woman. This was before the Good Friday Agreement, when the civil war was still happening, and if my grandparents had a problem with it - they never let said to my mum.Ā
(My grandpa and my mum donāt really get along, but thatās more to do with me being a premature baby and tensions over my survival and disagreements on how to look after me. My mum and my Nana? Thick as thieves.)Ā
They certainly never let it slip to us when we came along because it wasnāt important anymore that we were something many people in Northern Ireland would have preferred to not exist. It didnāt matter.Ā
He voted in the Good Friday Agreement in hopes of stopping the conflict. He spent a lot of time listening to me about the bullying I was facing for being - unbeknownst to me at the time - queer and disabled. He just told me that being happy was far more important.Ā
Being trans? It does not matter. Of course it doesnāt matter to him because heās seen worse things in the world.Ā
Heās ninety years old. Heās still out on the farm, heās still studying history, heās still sharp as fuck. Iāve seen someone die of Alzheimer's. I know every bit of it and itās not him. Besides, Iāve not medically transitioned in anyway yet. Heās only seen me presenting fully masc for six days in person. Two years in total. If he had Alzheimerās heād be calling me by my deadname and using she/her.Ā
And heās not unusual. Outside of your echo chamber, most people are fine with trans people. Most people donāt care. Most people are accepting. They may not understand, they may not use the right words, but theyāre accepting.Ā
I do find it interesting that once again the TERF tactic is try and wrestle autonomy and self-control away from people who donāt follow your bigoted stances. Autistics must be being manipulated. Trans men are clearly confused little girls. Children obviously canāt understand their own minds and bodies.Ā
My grandfather must have Alzheimer's.Ā
Of course my view of a world Iāve seen in a Tumblr textpost must be more correct than the reality everyone else lives in.Ā
Have the day you deserve.Ā
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