In my country, intersex people either become victims of infanticide or are forcibly mutilated as soon as their conditions are identified.
Any form of hormone replacement therapy or sex-change surgery is illegal unless the participant is intersex. Intersex genital mutilation is legal and even encouraged.
A (thankfully-unenforced law) is that any homosexual relations, even if consensual, are punished by death.
Crossdressing is illegal and extremely frowned down upon.
Then I see people on social medias calling transgender men ātheyfabsā and ātransandrobrosā for daring to speak up.
Then I see entirely new binaries being made to justify oppression olympics (looking at you, TMA/TME)
Then I see some of the most rancid and pointless discourse, coming from people who live in nations where being out as transgender, as gay, as intersex or as any marginalised identity is encouraged.
From people who donāt have to suppress themselves to stay alive.
From people who donāt have to face some of the worst queerphobia each day and keep a smile throughout.
From people who have allies for family, for people who have so much support.
Yet I am here, all alone and forced to hide every single part of my identity so I donāt get murdered by my own siblings. My own family. My own tribe.