Lake

@lakerowan.bsky.social

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Trans, gray ace, video game enjoyer, music lover, TV show watcher, YouTube and twitch liker. I also stream when I can be bothered. DnD nerd. Kinky. 30 they/she 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇵🇸

Photo of a white cat with one blue eye and one green eye. She is looking off into the distance while the sunlight shines on her. She is beautiful
This elegy is not polite. It will not hold your hand. It will drag you to the unmarked graves you stepped over without looking. Transgender Day of Remembrance. A time to mourn. A time to pretend we remember the names we never bothered to learn. Society says we can mourn a white trans girl. That’s allowed. But what of the hundreds— the thousands— of Black and brown faces gunned down, beaten, vanished for daring to exist? Where is their front page? Their candlelit vigil? Not even the “progressive” press dares to name them. It is disgusting. We don’t know their stories. We don’t know who they were. We never saw their light before it was torn away. All we’re given is a name. And what is in a name? Nothing. A name is not laughter. A name is not joy. A name is not the way they danced or the softness in their voice. The person is what mattered. And we were never allowed to know them. I know the weight of this day. But it is only a day. One day to mourn when mourning should never stop. Our siblings are still out there— hunted, hated, murdered year after year. And what do we do? Nothing. We are complicit. Made so by comfort. Made so by silence. Western society taught us how to look away. They tell us to have hope. To look toward some bright tomorrow. But all I see is a pile of unknown corpses. A field of dead names etched on makeshift grave markers. I see this where there should be flowers. A meadow of celebration— each blossom a life, each bed a soul torn from the earth by an unforgiving, unapologetic Society. So, rather than reading names on just one day a year, let us remember them— mourn them—all year round. Let us not let the world forget. Let us carve their names into the broken flesh of history and time. We will not forget. We will not forgive.
A photo of my new tattoo which is a pentagram with flowers and leaves at the top and bottom of it