Trans Is Normal, Trans Is Awesome (Louis Toliver Jr

Trans Is Normal, Trans Is Awesome (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

(Photography by Cully Firmin)

Trans is normal

Trans is educational

Trans is beautiful

Trans is powerful

Cara appeared into my life like a guardian angel

I was empowered by her trans experience

My heart was wide open to her knowledge

She said she saw the two-spirit in me

Maybe it was through my bisexuality

We both had a different, yet similar truth:

“That spirituality has no gender or sexuality”

I paid attention to her wisdom from pain

Understanding the hardships of the trans community

We bonded on our experiences of rejection

Depression, thoughts of suicide due to victimization

Her trans, me bi, we both didn’t fit into society

Trans is relatable

Trans is believable

Trans is intellectual

Trans is rational

Cara appeared into my life like a fortress of strength

Her wisdom gave me the air to breathe

An affirmation from the universe that I existed

But my optimistic outlook was denied by reality

We were the ones on earth being denied life

We both were overpowered by self-medicating

I made it past drugs, but Cara didn’t

I witnessed Cara’s transition to living her truth

She witnessed my transition to finding mine

We both wanted to be symbols of love

The good kind of love that Jesus talked about

The same love that values the worth of a trans life

Trans is spiritual

Trans is universal

Trans will blossom

Trans is awesome

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