Nobody cares that J. K. Rowling has yet to answer *any* questions about her support for Maya Forstater, who gained notoriety by claiming that me and people like me are rapists. On the contrary, they sign open letters claiming that the billionaire Rowling is being bullied!

The Guardian, the New Statesman, and other supposedly liberal organs have entirely fallen—hook, line, and sinker—for the new articulations of “gender critical feminism,” ie the trans-exclusionary radical feminism derived from Janice Raymond, Mary Daly, and Andrea Dworkin.

Nobody cares that Raymond wanted “to morally mandate” trans people “out of existence,” because people would generally prefer we didn’t exist. Nobody cares that that eliminationist impulse has become dominant, and now affects the way we talk about trans adults and children.

Nobody cares, because nobody really likes trans people. We make you all feel funny and you wish we’d go away. And so you sort of nod along when the wish to eliminate trans people becomes a concrete policy of denying transition-related healthcare to young people.

Eve Sedgwick didn’t write “How to Bring Your Kids Up Trans” —although my sister @gp_jls did! And if you want there to be more trans people—and seriously, ask yourself if you do, bc it’s up for grabs right now—you all had better start writing your own versions of that essay.

Rage has not always been my message, or my mood. My initial transition felt utopian: I was stunned by the feelings of sisterhood, of knowing and being known shorn of the husk I had built around myself. I could understand others’ rage, but my position was joy, relief, ecstasy.

Perhaps I felt frightened of rage—I come from rage, as I’ve said—and perhaps I thought it was masculine. Perhaps I thought it was weakness (my analyst would linger here). Perhaps I thought it something I could be free of—the first trans woman to be free of it.

I’m good at fighting, and I fight well when I sublimate my rage well. I felt rage against Chris Reed, and I turned that into a tight, legally precise argument. I have felt rage in other recent fights, and I tend to be able to use it well.

When Linehan called me a pedophile; I felt rage, and I sublimated it into a strong case. At first, some of the more respectable terfs agreed he’d gone too far. Then, when he was kicked off Twitter, the same respectable terfs whined that he was a victim of trans speech codes.

A victim of trans speech codes! For maliciously, baselessly, and repeatedly calling me a pedophile, leading to dozens of his followers attacking. I got an email from an old mentor asking me if there was anything to it—she assumed nobody would make such a claim if it weren’t true.

I don’t want a fucking open letter signed by Griff Rhys-Jones or Armstrong and Miller. I choose my monstrosity and I choose my trans siblings. But you all are walking into an absolute nightmare—one half-thought-out Guardian editorial at a time, and you need to change course.

I need, on the other hand, to stop amplifying my own rage, and accept that nobody cares. That this latest cis nonsense in that dumb Guardian editorial won’t get corrected just because I point out the stupidity and hypocrisy on which it depends. Because nobody cares enough.

So I ask for your help. If you see me trying to engage some anti-trans campaigner again, please intervene. You can speak softly about it, and you can remind me that the chance of deradicalizing one terf is not worth the anguish. Thanks to @DearSplenda and others who‘ve done so.

I can’t keep doing this—and I’m kind of struggling to find a way out of my own rage and fear. So I need your help and encouragement.

And in the meantime: if you love trans people, and you think the world and the queer community is more bright, lovely, fierce, fuckable, and free with us in it: write that damn essay. “Why I Love Trans People and Why I Want There to Be More.” Start now. Here. Below, wherever.

In the meantime, you are creating a nightmare. I‘ve seen some smart people utterly ignorant of the damage they‘re doing.

I deserve the same protection as Rowling: so do all trans people. This is NOT a fair fight, and we need rage to fight hate. And also, repair and love.

Okay. Let’s help each other. Thanks to all my siblings who have checked in with me today.