Phil Noto variant cover for All-New Captain America.

Even after the patch, Krem STILL has no idea how chairs work.

In light of Leelah’s death, I’m giving away clothes, make-up, and wigs to trans women and AMAB feminine non-binary people to help embrace their identity. I have 3 boxes of clothes including dresses, skirts, and blouses; over a dozen wigs; and a box of make-up that I bought but have never used. I was planning on selling everything but I don’t need the money as much as I believe they need these items. I have plenty more than what’s pictured; these are just examples. I will also send a stuffed animal with every package because I know they’ve helped me with my emotional and mental break-downs and I can only hope they help others with theirs as well.

Because of my size I only have the items in small and medium with a dozen or so in larges but I can get larger items if requested. I also am only able to supply feminine clothes at the moment so I can’t supply anything for trans men or AFAB masculine non-binary people.

If I end up giving away everything I have, don’t worry. I have a Target credit card that I will use to buy E.L.F. make-up for those who request it. I print business cards for local thrift shops and beauty supply stores so I can get feminine clothes and wigs at a discounted price. I will continue doing this as long as my help is needed.

I understand how hard it is to have an unsupportive family who won’t allow you to get the things you need to express your gender identity and feel comfortable with who you are so I will do the absolute best I can within my power to give you what you need. I also can send everything in discreet packages if needed (I have Amazon and eBay boxes I can use).

I eventually want to turn this into an organization that does this for all trans and genderqueer people but I have to start somewhere, right?

You don’t have to follow me to request anything. You just have to feel comfortable enough to send me your address so I can send the items to you. Because I’m limited on what I can offer, the most I can supply for one person is 1 dress, 1 blouse, 1 skirt (or pants, leggings, etc.), 1 wig, and a pack of basic make-up essentials. I will also try my best to send packages outside of the U.S. but since shipping is coming out of my own savings account, I may not be able to do so.

Please stay safe. Please know that you aren’t alone and that there are people who care for and love you. Please know that you have help if you want it.

HUGE SIGNAL BOOST

One of these things is not like the other. 

RIP Leelah Alcorn

This is so fucked up.

This makes me so angry. She dishonors Leelah’s identify and memory even in death, pulls attention to herself as the grieving parent, and clearly still doesn’t get that it is her actions and treatments that pushed Leelah to take that step.

RIP Leelah Alcorn.

God dammit! OK, listen up, my dear trans babies. I know that you’re hurting. Probably hurting a lot like Leelah was, but I want you to see two things here.

Leelah committed suicide because she couldn’t see any way to escape. Her voice was actively silence and her story ignored in favor of a fantasy that her parents wrote. She felt powerless, alone and afraid. That’s because her parents WANTED that for her to make her feel like the only choice available to her was to conform to their narrative. She found a different choice, but one that ultimately gave her parents the final control over her story, her life, and now, her death. 

She realized she couldn’t begin transition until she was at least 18 and legally responsible for her own medical care, and someone gave her the terrible, wrongheaded and dangerous belief that that was TOO LATE to transition and “pass” and find love.

She was wrong. I know many gorgeous and happy trans men women who transitioned in their 20s, 30s, 40s and later and have found the life they always wanted. Please don’t internalize that bullshit that your chances to transition end at 18 or 21 or 25 or 30 or whatever. It’s never too late. Never.

But the real lesson I want you to take from Leelah’s death here is that she’s gone, forever, and even though she did everything she could to make sure that her story was known and heard by queueing up that post, her mother is still ignoring all of that for this fucking bullshit narrative she made up about her darling SON accidentally being hit by a truck on a morning walk, instead of facing the fact that her daughter committed suicide because she saw no other way out. 

If you’re feeling like Leelah, alone, afraid, powerless and like there’s a ticking clock counting down your chance to transition, please know that there is no peace in death.

There is no guarantee that your suicide will make anyone see anything they don’t want to.

This mother is still willfully and actively ignoring, denying and mythologizing her child’s life and death. Leelah has finally lost her voice forever. The news articles will fade, the tumblr posts will vanish, and this horrid person will be telling tales about the tragic accident that took her son from her until the day she dies. Her suicide solved nothing for her. She will never see the amazing woman she’d have grown up to be. And neither will her mother. 

The only chance you have to be the narrator of your own story is to stay alive, get out, get away, find your power, find your voice, find your real family - the people who know you and see you for who you are, people who hear you when you tell your story, people who will defend and protect you at all costs. We are here, waiting for you with our arms and our hearts open. Please, I know you’re in a terrible and seemingly unbearable place and environment. The only comfort I can offer is that the world doesn’t stop turning, time doesn’t stop and this moment isn’t the last moment. Please find a way to bide your time, to hold on for one more day, one more hour, one more minute, though it seems eternal, this moment is temporary. 

I can’t guarantee your future happiness or that your life will be easy, but none of us, trans or cis, get any such guarantee. The only guarantee you get is that if you kill yourself, you’ll NEVER have the chance to find and build a happy life. 

Every storm passes, every rain cloud moves on, and nothing in this world is permanent. This pain of your present will become the aches of your past. 

Please stay alive. Please hold on until you can escape from there and come home. Our light is on and our door is open. 

http://www.translifeline.org/

US: (877) 565-8860

Canada: (877) 330-6366

Screen caps of four tweets from Janet Mock

First tweet: Dear Leelah: I’m sorry the world was not ready for you. Not ready to care for you + protect #girlslikeus. You mater.  (link to Leelah’s suicide note)

Second tweet: I shared Leelah’s suicide note versus reports because they are her words, her final testament. Nothing is more valuable than what she herself wrote.

Third tweet: Leelah’s note checked parents on intolerance, challenged medical gatekeepers, highlighted power of social media, and upheld self-determination.

Fourth tweet: Leelah bid farewell because she could not live her life AND be truly seen.  We all just want to be seen and/or just be. Let folks f*king BE.