July 5th. That’s today. It also happens to be my 24th birthday, so go me, I suppose.
Yesterday was the American day of Independence. Some people have been wondering why I don’t celebrate as much as I used to. Honestly, that’s a pretty simple answer: why would I go super hard in celebrating a nation, my nation, when I still feel like a second-class citizen? Why should I celebrate the fact that I still can be evicted from housing or fired from a job based purely on my trans status? Why should I celebrate a nation where I still have to worry for my safety when I am out and about?
Some of you may have heard something along the lines of “well, at least we treat you better than ‘X'” and honestly that is bullshit. I shouldn’t have to compromise my standards of living just because we are not somewhere else. I am sorry that all I want is the same basic human rights as everyone else, but apparently that is too damn complex for some folks.
People ask what I want for my birthday every year. The last few years I have just whispered “revolution” and gone about my day. I don’t mean some violent revolution. No, how about something more peaceful? It doesn’t have to be quiet. Actually, I would prefer that it isn’t. And what exactly do I want out of this? Great question! I want people to be treated like freaking human beings.
This is not a goal to be taken lightly. This isn’t the first time I’ve called for it. How many times have I talked about people running for office? How many times have I told people to be the change they want in the world? That is how we need to get things done. As for me? I now have 6 more years until I can run for congress. That is 6 years to shape myself into the change I want to be. 6 years to plan my campaign.
6 years til I try to change the world.