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She was the brightest light
Her smile was…
She was a resident of…
She knew from a young age…
Suspects have been…
Donations can be sent…
She was
If I had to sum up Cecilia in a few words, I might ask “Why so few?”
Her bones were made of stars that exploded long ago, but it felt like she was born out of a magical event much more recently.
When she looked at you, you knew you were in a long line of trans women who were lucky enough to spend a moment with her.
The quiche she made for me needed salt, but it was still delicious and we ate with our partners Des and Peter and my kid while talking about how beautiful and powerful Roberta Close was.
We first met on a bus and we made “trans eyes” at each other and five minutes later she was inviting me to go canoeing with her.
Cecilia Gentili wasn’t just my hero, she was my friend. She saved so many lives and made people hold their heads up high even if their gigantic chests were hurting their back.
When we spend three sentences eulogizing trans people who have been killed, I wonder “Why so few?”