Today, November 20th, marks Trans Day of Remembrance—a somber day for the trans community and those who love us to reflect on the members of our community we have lost too soon to violence and suicide.
You captured the weight of the day without softening it, and that matters. TDOR is grief, but it is also the stubborn joy of a community that refuses to disappear, especially when the losses fall hardest on Black trans women. Remembering people as they lived, not just how they died, is the only way to honor them.
Miss Major’s line says what most of us struggle to claim: liberation isn’t something we wait for. It is something we practice. Every day should be a reminder to hold each other close, support the people doing frontline work, and tell every trans person in our orbit that we want them here, alive, aging, and celebrated.
You captured the weight of the day without softening it, and that matters. TDOR is grief, but it is also the stubborn joy of a community that refuses to disappear, especially when the losses fall hardest on Black trans women. Remembering people as they lived, not just how they died, is the only way to honor them.
Miss Major’s line says what most of us struggle to claim: liberation isn’t something we wait for. It is something we practice. Every day should be a reminder to hold each other close, support the people doing frontline work, and tell every trans person in our orbit that we want them here, alive, aging, and celebrated.
Thank you for this framing of a day filled with a lot of heaviness. May we continue to learn from those we have lost as we forge a new future.