Kira Herdman

Trans people have become a repository for the unprocessed grief of this disconsolate society. Its a society that fabricates narratives that trans people are dangerous to distract from the real violence occurring in its places of worship. It’s a society that worships the false prophet of fear whose scriptures seep across news feeds like an oil spill whose disciplines and disciples whose murals out of the muck manufacturing misinformation about trans health care in a country where the majority of people can’t even afford to go to a private doctor. It’s a society that fuels the myth that our drag shows are destructive to divert from the true scene of the crime, it’s own homes, it’s own familial abuse passed down across generations like a family heirloom, one which we wear our brokenness as a badge, as if out heartbreak makes us a martyr not just miserable. It’s a society that teaches men that their worth is commensurate with how much they can become a weapon, first detonated against thems

Last week, a young trans man tried to commit suicide by jumping off a motorway bridge. Lucky, he has some good friends who managed to stop him doing it and took him to the local hospital for help, while also continuing to help him. You may think this is just a random thing that happened, but no. This person I am talking about is a friend of mine. The friends I am talking about are my close group of friends who helped him. This is real life, not some made up story that I made for this blog post. The young man is fine now BTW. Although the hospital couldn’t really do anything as they have no space to keep him in (Thanks Tories) he stopped at the house of the leader of a local LGBT+ group who I also call a friend. This highlights how important friends are, I can count on my hand who the friends I consider close, who are not family, who I would do anything for. They are Carol, Marlie-Mai, Jack, Ryan and Conner . While I have other friends, none come as close to me as those beautiful peopl

I have just finished the book “Pride”. The book was made into a film about the struggles of the miners strike in the 1980. A bunch of LGBT+ People helped the strikers out in what would become a landmark strike that not only kept the miners alive during the cruel Thatcher state sponsored starvation but also in the long run benefited all LGBT+ people, in the rights that was won and we still enjoy today. The movement was called the LGSM, or the Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners. While the strike was ultimately a failure it did have a long-lasting impact for the LGBT+ Community. The London Pride in 1985 was a pivotal moment for LGBT+ Rights in the UK. Miners from the Welsh Valleys, who the LGSM supported during the strike, repaid the favour by coming out in force to march with the LGSM. The pride those days was a lot smaller than it is today, less commercialised and more political. There was so many miners turned up that the LGSM was brought from the middle of the parade to the front of

Due to posts like this I am taking a break from all Social media and blogging for a while. Sorry need to look after my head for a while.