May my words always strike discomfort in the hearts of transphobes.
May my story always make prejudice mouths reconsider their earshot.
May my definitions of sex, love, memory, and family always bewilder the cissexist.
May the space I take up always be filled with soft touches, the scent of hair and sweat, conversation and consent.
May you always feel appreciated for having lit a fire in my ribcage that warmed my hands and spilled onto paper like this.
May you feel unlocked, inspired, renewed, and less alone for having known me.
When they try to bring you down with their meanest slurs, darkest fears, and loudest threats, may you remember to be kind to yourself while you apologize for nothing.
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