I don’t remember writing a blog about this before, but…
I just bought some new women’s underwear, and sadly, they didn’t fit me — it made me feel a bit upset. I wanted to pour my heart out about it.

I want to leave behind the days of secretly dressing up and being afraid that people will see me — as if it’s some kind of crime.
I want to buy the clothes I love, wear them however I want, and walk freely among people.
But in a place so full of narrow-minded people, all of that becomes painfully difficult.
That’s why I’m being forced to make a choice…

To hide and be safe?
Or to be free and in danger?

That’s the real question.
There’s no guarantee that I won’t be harmed.
There are trans women in this country who’ve been burned alive for being who they are.
There are those who’ve been pushed to suicide.
There are women who’ve been raped.
And it’s not just about violence — you can’t even get a job here.

If people find out that I’m trans, I probably won’t even be able to walk into a supermarket.
No one will hire me.
And some will want me dead.
I’m tired of having to hide because of pig-faced people who pretend to be human.
And even more tired of the fact that they do all this under the disguise of religion.
They’re not religious.
They’re just cave-dwelling fanatics clinging to bigoted ideas.

These are the same people who insult me endlessly, and the moment I defend myself, they lose their minds.
Well, I’ll keep defending myself.
I’ll say everything that will hurt their ears — while looking them straight in the eyes.

If I want to be free and happy in this life, I must stay far away from all types of fanatics — from anyone who blindly follows any belief system or ideology.
Religion is at the top of that list.
If it hadn’t harmed me, I wouldn’t care.
But fortunately, truth has a way of becoming famous.


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