We need to talk about our community’s relationship to “trauma porn.” Too often, Black Trans and Queer people are expected to expose their deepest wounds just to be believed or supported. In this blog, I challenge the harmful demand for graphic suffering as proof and call for a shift toward care, trust, and sustained action without spectacle.

In the midst of a global pandemic and racial uprisings, I said yes to something radical—rest. This blog is a testimony to the power of manifestation, the sacredness of pausing, and what it means to choose healing over hustle as a Black trans femme organizer during a world on fire.