I am not afraid of the trans woman making small talk with me in the elevator. I am afraid of the person yelling that the sky is falling while claiming it’s the trans women’s fault, using poor Chicken Little and his acorn as a prop in his tale. A misdirection.
Trans women are being used in a game of shells.
Look here, the politicians say, see the danger! As the other shells swirl and hide. Look! A trans woman is in the bathroom!
I look and see her minding her own business. The politicians continue to bleat danger and wave their hands.
What are they hiding?
In the States, poor children lose their breakfasts, seniors their lunches, and families their health care… while the President golfs every weekend and lets the country pay the cost so his wife can live in gilded splendour.
Meanwhile an orange bus putts along the country, ignoring biology and bleating “peaceful” hatred. It’s freeze peach, they say. Trans people are the liars, they say. But they aren’t, so who’s the one who’s lying?
And the shells continue to spin and the sky stays firmly in place. And trans women continue to die from carefully targeted hatred.
And Chicken Little shows off his acorn as proof and the ignorant listen.