The mass shooting at Orlando's gay nightclub Pulse jolted straight Americans in much the same way that 1969's Stonewall Rebellion accelerated the LGBT rights movement. Like Stonewall, Orlando catalyzed a collective self-reckoning and resolve for progress.
I do not know why you spit on me. I can only guess. Did you know that I am trans? Did you know that I am queer? Did you just think i was ugly? Your choices didn't include letting me know how I had transgressed.
I understand being concerned for the safety of your loved ones, but for some reason, you've confused "transgender" with "predator." This seems like a problem that could easily be solved with a dictionary.
I have long been horrified by the persecution and violence directed at so many people in the transgender community. But I find myself confused as to what I can do to help. Frankly, I find myself confused about many things.
To me, the only thing that feels better than walking in a LGBT pride parade is watching LGBT youth walk in pride. I've seen tears stream down their faces as they are celebrated and validated and applauded by crowds for who they are.
Too often we feed our anxiety by validating them with quasi-research or faulty logic, such as personal experience or availability bias, that is to say, justifying my reasoning through my adjoining emotions rather than by broader statistics.