I don’t care about bigots and their feelings until bigots have that one feeling that irks me - audacity. Every other time, I’m too busy caring about the people they say they care about. The folks who care so much about the sanctity of girls’ spaces aren’t the ones who actually volunteer at girls’ schools. The folks who care so much about women and girls’ safety never attended (or crafted) gender based violence trainings to protect them, or engaged legislators in letter and in person to prevent their harm. The folks who say they ‘actually do want trans people to be safe and treated equally’ aren’t advocating when they’re legislated against, assaulted in private and in public, experience bigotry and discrimination that pushes them to suicide.

Because they don’t care. And it’s impossible to have meaningful, careful, caring conversations with people who just don’t care.

As a theatre director, poet and writer , I’ve come to learn a thing or two about suspending disbelief. After all, my job kinda depends on it. What folks might not know, though, is that my experience in that particular aspect of theatre actually predates me ever setting foot near a stage. It was, in fact, the first time I decided to stop stepping foot in church. And today, after reading an…interesting article by local Christian writer Akilah Holder, I’m reminded of all of those feelings.