They didn’t all stay, but the ones who did became the spine of my new life. Living as a leftist trans woman in MAGA country is like speaking a language nobody wants to admit they understand. When the world feels small, I build new ones. Advertisement AdvertisementAdvertisement AdvertisementThere’s a certain loneliness that comes from living where your truth feels like a foreign language. Not the kind that waves on porches, but the kind that says, I’m here, and I’m not leaving quietly.

Source: Huffington Post February 17, 2026 12:56 UTC