I’m on mobile, so I got to play as the greeter for the trans joy memorial! I stood to the right of the euphoria hop scotch court, where people visit from time to time, racing the top to stand on that node that is their gender or and be or remember it or thank it for what it was.
People come by and read the names on the bricks. They say hi to one another and head out to their day. No one has any questions for me, I’m just a formality and enjoy my role.
People come by the left facade to scribble joyful graffiti in the trees or read the writing on the wall that day. Some egg comes by and I can feel it. They start the hopscotch. Feeling their gender locking them in. They walk from square to square up the track. At the end, they erupt,l. Wings burst from them. They know their gender and they have met.
The road is long for them. But I’m glad this spot is available to people. i know it’s uses are what they were when this place first opened.
When the funding they secured was tooth and claw. When the hostule rezoning tried to take it out. When it was vandalized after our protest against “soft censorship” and defending free unsectioned access to queer books.
Things are quieter now. But the memorial’s still finding visits. It’s still finding love. It’s still finding itself. As we all.
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🥺🥺🥺 this so feels
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I’m on mobile, so I got to play as the greeter for the trans joy memorial! I stood to the right of the euphoria hop scotch court, where people visit from time to time, racing the top to stand on that node that is their gender or and be or remember it or thank it for what it was.
People come by and read the names on the bricks. They say hi to one another and head out to their day. No one has any questions for me, I’m just a formality and enjoy my role.
People come by the left facade to scribble joyful graffiti in the trees or read the writing on the wall that day. Some egg comes by and I can feel it. They start the hopscotch. Feeling their gender locking them in. They walk from square to square up the track. At the end, they erupt,l. Wings burst from them. They know their gender and they have met.
The road is long for them. But I’m glad this spot is available to people. i know it’s uses are what they were when this place first opened.
When the funding they secured was tooth and claw. When the hostule rezoning tried to take it out. When it was vandalized after our protest against “soft censorship” and defending free unsectioned access to queer books.
Things are quieter now. But the memorial’s still finding visits. It’s still finding love. It’s still finding itself. As we all.
Love you love this be bye