
Upon a hanging Body
Angel of Death
- Jan 5, 2025
- 856
Living in Alabama as a trans woman feels like trying to exist in a world that's built to erase you. Every day is a battle...sometimes small, sometimes huge. The streets, the laws, the attitudes, the constant sideways glances and whispered judgments....it all chips away at you. You're forced to navigate spaces that weren't made for people like you, spaces where your existence is treated like a threat, a joke, or a mistake.
You learn to measure every word, every action, every glance. You learn to hide pieces of yourself just to survive. And even then, there's no real safety...no real sense that you belong anywhere. The loneliness isn't just physical it's in the air, in the eyes of strangers, in the silence when your existence isn't acknowledged. You start to feel invisible and hypervisible at the same time, like your life is both ignored and judged.
It's exhausting. It's painful. It's terrifying to think about stepping outside and being reminded that you're not accepted, not really. Every law, every policy, every passing comment reminds you that society doesn't see you as human...it sees you as something to control, something to shame.
I believe that this horrible state hides how many transgender people have committed suicide here. I believe they think of us less then people and sweep us indee the rug like dirt.
I've been beaten for being who I am , I've been emotional torn apart by other trans people who I thought were loved ones or friends.
This state.... this world isn't mean't for me. I'm a alien around humans at this point and it makes me sick .
You learn to measure every word, every action, every glance. You learn to hide pieces of yourself just to survive. And even then, there's no real safety...no real sense that you belong anywhere. The loneliness isn't just physical it's in the air, in the eyes of strangers, in the silence when your existence isn't acknowledged. You start to feel invisible and hypervisible at the same time, like your life is both ignored and judged.
It's exhausting. It's painful. It's terrifying to think about stepping outside and being reminded that you're not accepted, not really. Every law, every policy, every passing comment reminds you that society doesn't see you as human...it sees you as something to control, something to shame.
I believe that this horrible state hides how many transgender people have committed suicide here. I believe they think of us less then people and sweep us indee the rug like dirt.
I've been beaten for being who I am , I've been emotional torn apart by other trans people who I thought were loved ones or friends.
This state.... this world isn't mean't for me. I'm a alien around humans at this point and it makes me sick .