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A call to arms!
There comes a point, in every story, where the darkest depths are reached. The hero, the heroes, have done their best, given their all. Still they seem doomed to fall. Because the other side have turned up to a friendly game of bridge, armed to the teeth and brandishing machine guns. They lie. They cheat. They are inexorable.
All hope is at an end. And that’s as true of the average rom com, where in the minutes before the end, the objet d’amour is seemingly lost forever, as it is of Lord of the Rings or Captain Marvel.
And then, since this is fiction and for the most part we prefer our stories to end optimistically, the tide turns. The hero staggers back to their feet, and nothing now can make them kneel. Or we learn a thing central to undoing all the misunderstandings that went before. Or …the cavalry arrives.
Fiction? Yes. But also, if you’ve been following the “trans debate” in the UK over the last few years, pretty much where we are now. We, the UK’s trans community, are on our knees. We are reeling. And while we are resisting the attacks that daily rain down upon us, we need a helping hand. We need the cavalry.
We need you, the cis women who have quietly supported us through thick and thin, to stand up and put the lie to claims that…
