It’s the final day of 2017, and there are a couple of things I’d like to reflect on, as we ring it out.
For me, it’s been a mostly-positive year: my husband, our partner, my job has been on a upward swing all year, speaking engagements including my first keynote gigs, and my writing continues to improve. My family and I have a comfortable home, and enough money to take care of ourselves, and even help others a little.
For our nation, and our planet, it’s been a topsy-turvy, crazy year, driven in large part by the Toddler-In-Chief, the President of the United States. He’s temperamental and capricious, self-absorbed, and completely ignorant of how to run a country. Nevertheless, the nation chugs on; he’s tried–and is still trying–to deny transfolk the right to serve in our nation’s military, but it’s looking more and more like he will fail at that plan. He never did succeed at repealing and replacing the Affordable Care Act. While he did harm it–a lot–it’s still there, and the very important pre-existing condition clause still stands. His own Congress, controlled by his own party, is rapidly losing patience with his shenanigans, and with midterm elections coming up, the winds of change are starting to blow.
I hope your 2017 hasn’t been too crazy. To my trans brothers and sisters, if you’re going out tonight, please be careful. As with any other night that a transperson goes out, this night has dangers to you. So don’t go alone if you can help it, don’t overdo it with the booze, have a safety plan in place, and always be mindful of your surroundings. I don’t want to learn your deadname from the papers tomorrow, y’hear?