I’ve had this pin for years, but I almost never wear the darned thing. Too shy, maybe.

Anyway I found it in the back of the cabinet behind the bathroom mirror recently.

Might start wearing it again, sometimes, as a direct answer to all of this violently anti-trans rhetoric. Certain elements of the culture seem to want any deviation from patriarchal cis/heteronormativity to go away and stop existing and be invisible and like 🖕🖕 that actually. So.

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“Tough time to be joining the ranks,” as a friend would say.