there's a very strange space I've come to know as I continue to survive MAGA America. This space is the space when I'm wearing one of my various hats, sometimes as a consultant and workshop leader for organizations, or while presenting on behalf of the LA LGBTQ+ Arts & Culture Coalition, where I stand in front of cisgender peers and civic leaders, often people whose lives are, by my standards, very comfortable, and the slide in my presentation comes up where I am forced - if only not to soft-pedal what may be the cause of my own terrifying death - to discuss my own genocide-in-progress, as if it were any other workplace or professional topic.