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Crip Dyke's avatar

After publication I slightly edited the conclusion of this piece. It was originally written in a moment of emotion, and it was meant to communicate that I did not - in my despair - FEEL like I had allies. But after editing some things earlier in the piece that removed that bit about being in a place of despair, I realized that the ending without that additional information would come across like saying that people who are my allies aren't.

That's not what I meant. I meant I felt isolated and alone and unprotected and it felt miserable. I always knew that I was not *actually* without allies, actually alone.

So my rewording brings the ending into harmony with the published piece post-edits.

If you read this in the first few minutes it was up, sorry about the confusion.

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Ta, Crip Dyke. One of the reasons I was able to vote when I turned 18 is that as a younger teen, I carried petitions door to door to get the voting age lowered from 21. Vietnam provided our motto: Old enough to fight; old enough to vote. We were successful, and I was one of the first 18 year olds to vote (against Nixon's reelection).

As a 16 and 17 year old, I was part of an Underground Railroad, helping draftees escape to Canada. We were hikers who took trails through the New England woods, hiking for a day or two, then handing our charge to the next operative. Ultimately, one of us would cross the border with the young man, hand him over to a Canadian counterpart, then walk back over the border. I'm still proud to have been a part of that. Btw, some of them were just as frightened of the forest as they were of the draft.

I've told you before that when I was 16, I befriended members of STAR. We first met protesting the arrest of Angela Davis. I have been a trans ally for as long as I've known of trans existence. It is a huge pain in the ass to replace a birth certificate, but the civil servant who typed mine misspelled my oddly spelled name, so I did a legal name change to my REAL name (which was on the hospital certificate). Thus, I have a "spare" birth certificate; the one with the misspelling. I am perfectly willing to burn it in a public space. Anyone care to join me? Since this is mostly a symbolic gesture CD proposes, I don't see why one couldn't just burn a color photocopy. True, it would not have the raised seal (and not all BCs have those), but I don't think anyone will be doing closeups of our documents.

As I always say, trans rights are human rights, period. Nothing less; nothing else will do. Ever.

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