An Open Letter to My Trans Siblings

Original Title: An Open Letter to my Trans Siblings, My Kindred Spirits

You never really went out of the closet. Others opened it for you. They can be invasive like that. They called you many names. Labeled you with words you did not even recognize. Told you who you can and cannot become. Confined you into a small box. Trapped you in to a shallow ideology to protect their own beliefs. For years they made you believe that you can never amount to anything beyond what the world preferred for you. They told you that you exist only to entertain. Only to be in comedy bars to elicit laughter. You cannot mouth anything other than jokes. You cannot be political. You cannot have a voice. They told you that you are only for parlors. Behind the grandeur of making beauty queens. But never to be in their shoes. Never to be in their gowns. Never to be in their skins. As a trans woman, they told you that you exist only to appease the unspoken fetish of men. Darling, it must have been hard for you. Endlessly escaping masculinity, only to find yourself trapped in the expectations of being a woman. They told you that you are unnatural. An apostasy of religious and natural laws. Here is to remind you that you were crafted from nature itself. Carefully woven from stardust. From pieces of the broken cosmos. The God that made us is transcendental. Because God is trans.

-Kindred, a trans woman and a child of the universe