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Stop forced sterilization in Sweden

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If you are a transgender person in Sweden today looking to legally change your gender, in the 21st century you are still forced to undergo surgery that will render you permanently infertile and forever unable to have children. This barbaric practice of forced sterilizations has to stop!

The majority of the Swedish parliament is in favor of modifying this law - but up until now Prime Minister Fredrik Reinfeldt has let a small conservative party block this long awaited reform.

Let’s make sure the Prime Minister knows that the majority of Sweden, and Europe - wants to see Sweden on the right side of history - by eliminating this archaic practice.
“Please take one minute to sign this urgent letter to the Prime Minister of Sweden asking him to stop playing politics with the fundamental human rights of Swedish citizens. Our friends at RFSL, the Swedish LGBT Federation, will deliver your signatures directly to the Prime Minister’s office.”

30 Day Trans* Challenge, Day Three: Have you ever been outed?

30 Day Trans* Challenge, day 2: The Name Game

The Suit that I Wear

Every day I look for the zipper
A simple way to escape
Wondering why,
Why this must be my fate.


A fate I had no say in
One that was created
Before a noise was uttered
Or sight was seen
By the arbitrary development
An appendage you see
This world was created

But not for me


Still I look for the zipper
With the desire
The one to be me

With a definition my own
Throwing off these words
That have taken my voice
No one can understand what it means
To really be me

In place that a zipper can be found
One that will reveal the truth
It takes work, you see
I have to pay to be me

I pay for these decisions
Ones that I didn’t make
It will never end
I will always be in conflict
With my community
Trying to be something
That was prescribed to me
A simple picture caused this travesty

That zipper leaves marks
That never heal
Week after week
Forcing things into this body
Praying that eventually
I will see, the real me

I am told that this is what it means
What means to be me
Further entrenching my identify
In this place
That is simply a disgrace

Where even those like me
Impose a future of black
And of white.
They say there is only one way,
that deviation makes you
An abomination
The one that causes this tribulation

My circuitry cannot be held
In a definition created before me.
It contains twists and turns
It contains Shades and hues,
of colors that can’t even be seen
Of Patterns not yet drawn and
Textures that can’t be felt

Please don’t force me,
Just let me be
Leave me to find my zipper

I will wear it pride
A different shape,
And yet to earn that figure
I have to wait
Your society wants to label me
Label me like a disease
Putting records in place
Allowing for you to remember
My disgrace
Telling me that this difference is not allowed

You push yourself on to me
Defining words
Defining me
A chance to be Normal
To hide
To run

Hoping that I will fade
Further into this stream
Where possibility does have an end
And dreams cannot survive

That you see is the fate you created just me

I have no desire to fade
No desire to be labeled
Your words will no longer take my voice
Your gaze will no longer be my battle
Even when I find my zipper
It is not for you
Only for me

I will wear your label
I will pay your price
But in the end
You will see

These barriers will be broken
Regardless of my zipper

But at last these are just words
Created before books were written
Differences were set
And light was seen

A construct of generations before
Invented without my consent
So is it really me, or something else
That is to be seen.
~Codi Knaupp~

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