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 always been someone with a firm belief in justice. If somebody is being a dick, you let them know and try to find ways to get them to stop being a dick. But if it’s making you exhausted, is it worth it?