‘My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.’
Powerful words. Rest in Peace, Leelah Acorn.
(be warned there is at least one graphic photo on that blog at this time)
*note: if anyone comments on here just to bash trans people, I will delete it