During my early transition years, when I had been abandoned by all those close to me, I turned to the transgender community for support. I found broken hearts, battered bodies, crying eyes, and torn spirits, but a sisterhood of acceptance without any judgement. It was then that I released my fear, shame and guilt around being an African-American transgender woman. Yes, I was broke, alone, poor, and homeless, but there was a sense of joy in being free. Today only two of my 13 closest sisters are alive. I close my eyes and see them standing next to me on the street, proud of who they are and never ashamed of their identity. I applaud my fallen sisters for showing me the way with the grace of God. I applaud all my transgender brothers and sisters for being authentic and true to yourselves, and I encourage you to keep striving, fighting, and enduring sometimes insurmountable odds. My belief in God has allowed me to keep moving forward at all costs.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 17:23:08 +0000
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