Yesterday was like Christmas for grown-ups. I woke up like a kid on Christmas morning, so excited about seeing England in the World Cup Quarter-Final (OMG, what a football match!) But, like a transphobic relative on Christmas Day, there had to be someone to spoil it, didn’t there? Enter the TERFs.
I’ve written on here before about how supportive my dad was when I came out to him and my mum back in the summer. Since then, me being trans has rarely been mentioned by either of them. But we had a little progress yesterday. [Read more…]