I can’t keep him safe. His people can’t keep him safe. The only thing that could make his life a little safer is being cisgender and straight. Being the complete opposite of who he naturally is would keep him safe.
As a mother, I’d rather my son be his happy, rainbow self and be unsafe,
than miserably pretend to be somebody he’s not and have a better chance
of survival. It’s hard to admit that.
Those are the words of Lori, the mother of a transgender child. She feels the pain of those in Orlando, as we all do.
He Just Needs To Find His People, Then He’ll Be Safe, says Lori.
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