Transphobia Has Taught Me to Love Myself

I could see their smirks. I could hear their laughs. Just ignore them, Doro. Just get your drink and go back to the pool. I was used to it. If you discount my hands and voice, I pass as a woman. A deep Black Sea accent. As rich as the Sea of Marmara. Oh, it always gave me away. I could feel their eyes burning holes into my spine. Hate shaped holes. This was supposed to be a break. I was supposed to be escaping this. A brief respite from the laughs. What did I ever do to you? I ask myself that question a lot. What did I do to you? I can’t understand why I am hated so much? What about me is so repugnantly indecent that I should be hounded to the ends of the earth? All I was doing was trying to enjoy a vacation. <a href="https://medium.com/the-identity-current/transphobia-has-taught-me-to-love-myself-a7431e07fdbf">Website</a>