So some of you might have seen my post(s) on a white trans friend and their boyfriend who cut me off. It hurts a lot, but then this morning I told some of my students good luck on their final English exam.

The first kid I taught in History and I was proud of his knowledge of African American and African geopolitics instantly. His eyes brightened because his teacher never acknowledged his brilliance. It was a group class, but this young man reached out to me of his own accord even though I saw him once.

Second kid: I've been tutoring the second kid for 8 months now, and he was broken down by his English teacher. He himself worked his ass off to overcome his struggles, and is going from 30% in English to 70%. They told him he's got no career in anything, let alone writing, but this man blows me away with his stories.

I am not a Black man, but because the kids know I'm mixed, queer and progressive they confide in me. And that shit means the world to me.

To know I'm appreciated by two young black men who know I'm trans should mean more to me than the white people who break me down when they are trans.