I’ve recently cut down on the amount of trans-specific content I’ve posted to my other social media accounts. More and more, I realized that all I was doing was adding to the echo chamber made up of like-minded individuals who follow my Facebook or my Twitter pages. By and large, we already agree on these issues. At very least, the vast majority of us are educated enough on these topics to generate educated, adult opinions.
I’m not sure who I’m benefiting by retweeting an article or sharing a post I’ve already seen countless others share.
I feel like I’m getting to a point in transition, in life, that I don’t necessarily want my identity to be defined by being the “trans one.” I’m more than that. Yes, I am the trans one. I’m pretty comfortable with that. I just don’t want to be pigeon-holed into being defined solely by that aspect of my existence.
This doesn’t mean that I’m going to completely stop talking about trans-related things. Being transgender is a part of my life experience, but that’s just it: a part. If I see someone struggling with issues I have first hand experience with, I’m happy to help in whatever capacity I’m needed.