A fifteen year-old queer (and possibly trans? definitely gender-variant...) kid was shot at his school yesterday, and has been declared brain-dead.
I don't even know what to say. This really upsets me. I'm praying for him and his friends and family. I have a lot I want to write about youth and survival, violence and strength, beauty and god... But at the moment, I'm just trying really hard not to cry for this person I haven't even met.
It's not that this is necessarily more terrible than the murder of any other person. Death is death, violence is violence. It's that I feel this chilling, bone-deep, heart-pumping, shivering empathy about this. I've been that kid who's been tossed around in the halls at school, I've been that kid who never felt safe for a moment around her peers. I survived, I escaped, and I managed to thrive.
Some queer kids don't, and I'm grieving for all of them -- for all of us -- today.