When/Why a Unicorn Walks Away

I was excluded from attending a party last night specifically because I’m Trans* and that might “make some people there uncomfortable.” So the coordinator found my closest friend and got them to tell {contain} me. The bus driver drove me home alone after everyone else disembarked. While I did chuckle at the novelty, the lonely side of being a unicorn was quite a new experience for me. I was beautiful and horrifying all at once. No one quite knows what happens when that mysterious lone unicorn walks away.

You don’t really know what privilege is until you don’t have it anymore. Non-White people, lower class people, and sex workers have experienced this daily for centuries. Tickle me educated.

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