Make America Trans Again

We live in a time where many of us fear for how our world might change in the next four years. We worry about how our rights will be taken from us. We fear how we will be seen when we go to the store and show our ID to the cashier. We fear we may never find our place within our communities because someone cannot understand “our lifestyles”. We fear we will never be a part of our families and that’s just how it is, people can’t change, right? We fear we will lose our ability to be hired based on our talents because we are only seen for our identities. I fear that I may never be loved because I was born in a body that feels so foreign to me. I fear I will never be seen as an equal, a constant disappointment to my father. As a Vermonter of twenty-six years of age, I too ponder how my life could be turned upside down as I’ve finally found my place in myself. I fear my hormones will no longer be prescribed to me and I will go back to being seen as mentally ill for living authentically. You may ask me then, “Why Gia are still happy?”. Well, it’s a complicated answer, but in short, when my sister came to me upset and ready to leave this country in fear of what may come, I said these words: “I mean, I’m not sure what will happen in the next four years. But I do know this is America and it will always be this way to some degree, so whether I am illegal or socially not acceptable or forced to be unseen, I will always exist and fight to continue to exist. And if I can fall in love with a man who loves me for just me and he can see me for just being the person I am, I believe people change and I will hope for it.”

I believe in hope because even as we are the one percent, we shall always exist, in your towns, at your schools, making your laws or playing in the movies you watch, walking streets with friends, shopping in supermarkets, running your local businesses, or raising our children. We will find a way, whether hidden or seen, to just be, be us, and live authentically, loving who we choose to love, living how we choose to live. This is America, Home of the Brave, land of the free. I choose to be free. Brave enough to challenge the male Republican perception of me and maybe others like me. Bold enough to fall in love with a man who never saw us as equal for lack of understanding. Many of my coworkers cease to understand me, but as anyone in life, when you get to know me, you see me as just a person you know. A lesson in understanding that people can change, if they choose to. I am Gia, and I am proud to be an American, I am proud to be a tranny. I am proud to love who I love.

From yours truly,

A ladyboy causing chaos since ‘ 98