I wrote about Muhlaysia Booker for gal dem (link in bio). I thought she’d be safe. Her beating went viral for crying out loud. But also, a confession: sometimes when I see pictures of the girls that have been killed my mind says “But she’s so pretty though.” I think it’s because I assume becoming pretty and passable should save us. My internalised misogynistic logic connects the violence I endured in early transition as the precursory conditions that existed before my truckload of privileges arrived. But that’s just my story. It’s not the same for every girl. For some, that violence never stops. I definitely have survivor’s guilt and anxiety that my life is about to be snatched away too. I don’t know how I’m doing right now. I’ve just got to sit still and calm myself. This storm feels like it’s never ending. It feels like they won’t rest until we become part of whispered mythologies in a dystopian future where everyone pretends we never existed. Are these current moments our version of the flashback scenes in ‘The Handmaids Tale’? I can’t go near that book for a long while considering what my mind is going through right now. I’m reading ‘Beloved’ by Toni Morrison. It’s helping. #sayhername #muhlaysiabooker #restinpower #whiterose #onesweetday
