This is the last post of Trans Fiction Week.
Firstly, a huge thank you to absolutely everyone who tweeted, shared, boosted, liked, commented and otherwise helped spread our little project across the internet. Without you guys, this would do nothing, be nothing, and never happen again.
Secondly, hugs for the touchy-feely and firm handshakes for the rest, to everyone who helped out or contributed with the project itself. You’ve given us some wonderful pieces, some wonderful thoughts, and – again – this wouldn’t have worked with you. We’re forever grateful.
We won’t talk your ears off. We’re done here. Normal programming may resume, until Trans Visibility Day next year. New projects will be announced in due course, and this week will live on – as does everything on the internet – for good.
We will simply say this:
Trans Fiction Week ends with the Transgender Day of Remembrance.
A day to remember those we have lost. Those who have died. Those for whom being who they really were was too difficult and too dangerous. Those who died a hundred years ago, through to those who died a hundred seconds ago. And between today, and Transgender Day of Remembrance 2017, more transgender people will die.
Other identities have Pride days. Visibility days.
We have Remembrance.
That is why we need trans stories.