"You stumble into the lair, your torchlight revealing a mass of writhing women entangled by snakes. Slowly, it begins to rise.

You have awoken the Queen Gorgon, and countless eyes begin to turn to you."

I can’t speak for every trans person in the South, but for me, it’s pretty fucking awful.

Part of it is my area(lot of old white conservatives). They really don’t give a fuck. I have had to listen to 10 minute rants about gender politics because they want a pink gender reveal cake.

We did multiple cake variations for Valentine’s. All stick figures. We “dared” to put rainbows on a couple of them. We had to get rid of them because people complained about STICK FIGURES under rainbows.

I have to make sure I’m in a safe place to even begin feeling like myself.