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(Content note for these links and this essay: Racism, sexism, classism, transphobia, and xenophobia.)

I'd just like to take a moment to remind everyone, including my friends who are also transgender, that if you live in the first world everything that you have and enjoy is made possible through unthinkable violence and slavery. Of humans, to say nothing of nonhuman animals.

It's not a matter of how moral you are, or how much you consciously choose not to inflict violence on others. This is an inherent feature, of a world where some people are valued so much more than others. Because the purpose of inequality, inhospitality, and inhumane treatment is to make people broken and desperate.

The purpose of immigration restrictions, for instance, is to enable human trafficking, which means (among other things) being able to keep people in sheds they pay rent on and beat them if they don't wash your car just right. Meanwhile, the reason that the United States lacks the social safety net that other so-called "liberal democracies" have is because one of its political parties (we all know which one) used its "Southern Strategy," of convincing white voters that welfare payments would go to the wrong kind of people.

You know, the ones who are supposed to avert their eyes when they see you walk by, and who call you "sir" and shine your shoes for you.

Trans World Problems?

No. No, the new laws here in the States, that make it even more dangerous for trans people to use public restrooms, aren't a "First World Problems" thing. A "be grateful that you aren't a literal slave" thing. As though becoming a sex worker with no legal protections weren't something a lot of trans people have to turn to, and as though there are no trans people who are black, immigrant, or enslaved.

What this is, is a reminder that we (as trans people) aren't the first to suffer this indignity, and we won't be the last. Unless we can join our grasping appendages with others who are resisting things like it*, and turn the tables on our capitalist oppressors.

(It's redundant to call them that, but sometimes it just helps to hammer it home.)




* Or even others who are affected by it, despite not being trans. Don't forget; besides barring people who don't pass as cis from using the restroom, North Carolina's HB2 also banned local living wage laws, and made it harder for any worker to bring a discrimination suit against their employer. These aren't unrelated coincidences; these things are all part of systemic inequality and oppression.

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This is the thirteenth chapter of a fanfiction adaptation of Christine Love's visual novel Analogue: A Hate Story. You do not need to have played the game to understand what is going on. This story is designed to be accessible to newcomers as transhumanist dystopian sci-fi, and many liberties were taken with the setting and dialogue, as well as with certain events.

Content note: Sexism and not-particularly-graphic discussion of sex.

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*Mute walked with me, down a mirrored version of the corridors towards the tram station. She matched my slow, lumbering pace, taking small and (I guessed) ladylike steps. Holding the train of her long hanbok, as though she were actually trying to keep it from getting dusty.

Sometimes, the glass "window" I saw her through was melted, sparking, or cracked, and she disappeared at those times. But she always came back on the other side, and patiently waited whenever I stumbled. It almost looked like she was having to hold herself back, from reaching out to help me.

I'd come back to the Mugunghwa to save *Hyun-ae. But for the hour or so that it took to walk to the tram station in magnetic boots, *Mute was all I could think about.

Because I was crushing on her, so hard.

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When I was around six to eight years old, my mother of origin told me there were two ways a woman could get pregnant. The usual way, that I knew a few of the terms for from reading children's books about them, and when God just gives her a child.

I decided that when it came time to start a family of my own, I would opt for the second way.

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