I don't think I've ever really been proud to be British, but today certainly doesn't do much to change my cynical outlook on my homeland. Some foetid cunt whose glory days from writing some popular childrens' books have been stretched out by the ever-fruitful nostalgia market has a chip on her shoulder about how trans people are trying to steal her vital essence or some stupid bollocks, and now the law of the nation is being changed for the worse by a bunch of worthless politicians who are only too happy to discard science like a used condom and run roughshod over human lives in their frantic quest to pander to the bigot voting bloc and suck its flaccid, shrivelled cock. I'd ask rhetorically for someone to make it make sense to me, but of course the answer, as it always is, is "money". Wizard bitch has a lot of money, therefore the seething, inane bigotry that she has by way of an opinion matters more than the lives of actual people. Fuck everything.

Now I can only wonder if being the lazy, inertia-ridden coward that I am has caused me to miss the boat on making any meaningful progress on transition. Am I doomed to live in a world where any attempt to try to live as the person I want to be will only mark me out as someone to be sacrificed on the altar of hatred?

I have no intention of giving up my belief in the value of trans people and their right to pursue their true selves, no matter what kind of stupid, hateful bullshit might be smeared all over the world, but days like this make the struggle seem endless.

Trans rights are human rights. Fix your hearts or die.