International Transgender Day of Visibility (TDoV) is a day for celebrating the lives of transgender people, recognizing the contributions we make to society and rallying against the discrimination we face. TDoV also functions as a counterpart to the International Transgender Day of Remembrance (TDoR)[1]; with TDoR being a somber occasion and TDoV having a more celebratory nature.

For this week, in observation of TDoV, I invite you all, the posters in our community to write a little bit about the celebration of trans lives.


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  1. TDoR is observed on November 20th and memorializes those of us who’s lives were stolen by transphobic violence, particularly trans women of color. TDoR was initially founded in 1999 in remembrance of Rita Hester, Chanelle Pickett, and Monique Thomas, three black trans women who were murdered in the Boston area. ↩︎

  • tithonis [she/her]@hexbear.net
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    1 month ago

    It’s been 8 years since I started HRT. I don’t know what else to say, really. Everything is better than I ever imagined it could be. It can, maybe it even does get better for you given enough time. Whoever you are reading this. Yeah, you. It gets better.

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    Spent about 5 of those years in an abusive relationship that I only very recently got out of and life looks so much different with some room to breathe. I don’t feel like I’m dying all the time. I’m not scared to leave the house anymore. I have my own life that is mine and I don’t have to lie about who I am to survive anymore. I didn’t spend as long as I did in the closet to get shoved in another equally shitty closet. I’m done. I’m free. Now what?