Your Unhinged Comments

It feels inappropriate and disrespectful trying to maintain any semblance of real life here in Minneapolis. This is a website focusing on celebrating gender identity and my perspectives as a t-girl. Much of who we are is shaped by our environment and what our experiences are like in the real world.

For almost all of us, the “real world” is the community where we live. People ask me about cities that are accepting of LGBTQ+ people but I really don’t know. I mean, there are many cities and communities that are accepting (or at least unfazed) by people like us, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about other places if I have never been there.

I live in the Twin Cities and have for most of my life. I talk about local resources and places to shop and my favorite places to be. I am sure many cities have lovely places to go to, but unless I am traveling for work, I don’t like to leave the house, lol.

Essentially I feel Minneapolis is a significant part of my DNA.

All eyes are on our city these days and it fills my heart with pride to see tens of thousands of people demonstrating and looking out for each other. Many of you have reached out to me to check in and I really appreciate that. I am okay (physically) but there is an emotional strain that is making everything I do feel shallow. Of course, what I am feeling is nothing compared to the pain of others. The outreach and the support of each other is a reminder that most people are good people.

Most people.

I wrote about evil people who celebrate the pain and suffering of others. I wrote about someone in particular whom I was confident that they would reply to my post and sure enough they did. Their comment was in reference to Renee Good, a mother who was killed by an ICE agent. Their comment?

KARMA, BABY!  

I knew their comment would be horrible but this was a new level. How can anyone find joy in this? They went on to blame President Biden about… something, so clearly this comment is not only cruel but clealry unhinged.

Unfortunately this person is not alone in their glee. I was hesitant to write about what is going on because I know this person will comment again. Evil people like this really eat at my soul. Lately when something terrible happens my mind shifts to thinking about those who are happy that it happened.

I can’t do that. I need to push that out of my head and look at the good. The brave. The fighters. The caretakers.

I am typing this on Sunday, January 25th. It’s about 4:30am and I can’t sleep. Not many of us can. This feeling of powerlessness is weighing on me. Perhaps it is weighing on you as well. Everything I am doing (including writing this) feels pointless. I am not helpless or powerless, I can make a difference, and so can all of us.

I donated money yesterday to a group that is buying and delivering groceries. The reason they are delivering them is that ICE agents are waiting outside of grocery stores and following people of color to their homes to detain them. Isn’t that horrible?

If you want to help, but don’t know where to start, this is a fantastic place to begin.

Stay safe, and stay mad, bitches.

Love, Hannah