The past couple of weeks have been a bit rough. As you know, a 16 year old girl was murdered in Britain. She also happened to be trans. I didn’t know her, or know anyone who did, but it still had a profound effect on me.
Sometimes, I think I’m jaded. I often view myself as a person who takes things in her stride. I’ve hardened myself to a lot of the things I once found difficult to deal with, out of necessity. But every now and then something happens which reminds me that I don’t need to have my guard up so much. Something that breaks down that wall, whether I like it or not. The death of this girl - so needless and traumatising for everyone in her life - it kind of fucked me up a little bit.
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