Even the Vicodin can’t take the edge off this one. I’m watching Without a Trace on TNT. It’s the Tranny Episode, about a transwoman who goes missing. I have a strong suspicion that she won’t be one of the lucky victims to emerge alive from her ordeal. There was the requisite boyfriend in the dark who had a violent reaction to the big reveal. I was actually really excited, because when they questioned him, he said he regretted turning on her like that, and said that he wished he had her back.
But then. The hot young FBI agents went to talk to the surgeon who performed surgery on this woman. They notified him that they were worried that she might have been the victim of a hate crime. He responded (I might be paraphrasing, but not too much), “That doesn’t surprise me. A lot of men and women in transition are desperate for love and attention and they look for it in all the wrong places.”
Victim-blaming motherfuckers. It is true that transpeople–largely transwomen if we’re talking about hate-motivated murders–do sometimes get killed by intimate partners and by johns–Gwen Araujo was murdered by men with whom she had been intimate. Her behavior is not the issue, which should go without saying.
We get killed for the same reasons, and in much the same circumstances, as the victims of other hate crimes. Whenever we are visible, we are in danger. Whenever we are known, we are in danger. Other queer people are also the victims of hate crimes involving family, friends, spouses, and sexual partners. Trina Schart Hyman’s husband broke her jaw when she came out to him. We don’t get murdered because we trust the wrong people or have the temerity to try to fuck like normal people. We don’t get murdered because we hate ourselves–internalized transphobia is not the problem. We get murdered because there are people out there who murder transsexuals.
Here’s hoping she’s not going to turn up dead.