It's officially the
Transgender Day of Remembrance today. Much like
one of the coolest people I almost know, I'm torn on the issue. I understand the importance of remembering and honoring those who have gone before, but I also feel weird about the potential culture of victimization. I really, really don't want the dominant images of trans people to be as either the Jerry Springer guests, or as victims of violence.
I'm also torn in how to feel. Part of me is very sad, and part of me is very, very angry. There's a deep, almost primal response in me, the desire to meet violence with even greater violence; I want to beat the hate out of these bigoted assholes, wherever they may be found. I know, it's not likely to help, but still, the urge is there.
So, I'm not sure about this official day, or my response to it, but it's here none the less.