For folks in the process of recovering from sexual trauma: there is no obligation to heal faster, or slower, or at any pace that is at odds with what you are comfortable with. There is a lot of healing to do, but you don’t have to always know exactly where you are going or how to get there.
Many people are still disgusted by trans bodies and are embarrassed by their attraction to them. They can’t understand the power that touch has on someone like me, who has harbored so much shame underneath this skin.
The abuse I have survived is not my fault. My queerness and transness are not byproducts of abuse or a secret shame. I am not incapable of healthy intimacy.
Brown boys aren’t taught how to be open, communicative, or honest about our sadness. The resulting isolation is slowly killing us. Learning to love yourself is a lifelong journey that often feels impossible, but by bridging the fragmented parts of ourselves, our vulnerability will allow us to build a world where we can love and be loved.
I am not alone in this fight for identity and space in a world that criminalizes my Black body, invalidates my trans identity, and continues to offend my queer identity.