Y’all know I have much love and respect for my trans elder Miss Major Griffin-Gracy, and pick up the phone to call and check in on her from time to time. Sometimes she does the reverse and calls to check up on me.
Today it was me calling her to wish her a happy 75th birthday, and was disappointed when I got her voice mail. But I left a message and started writing this post.
Happy birthday Miss Major! It’s nice to see that your story is finally being told for posterity and the historical record. Thank you and your generation of trans women for being out and proud in an era that seriously discouraged it with anti-crossdressing laws and anti-trans repression.
Thank you for being a mentor to my generation of trans kids, and telling us our history so we can pass it on to the next generation of trans kids.
Those kids are at this moment raising the expectation bar even higher on what it means to be an unapologetically Black trans person
And finally, thanks to the Creator for blessing you with the ability to still be f*****g here, gracing us with your presence, checking in on me and others from time to time, and telling your story.
Thank you for also being an inspiration to all of us and reminding us and the world that trans people didn’t just pop up all of a sudden in the late 20th century. We’ve always been f*****g here and part of the community.
Happy birthday Miss Major! May you have many more of them!