There is actually a chapter in Dreamweaver called “Hands of Hate.”
I was trying to keep my blog down to one post a day, but now this is on my mind, so I have to write about it, and then I’m going back to my life.
I think the real reason I gave up writing Dreamweaver — my story about a transgender woman with magical powers — is because I just don’t feel like dealing with all the shit that will probably come with being a cisgender woman and daring to write a story about a transgender woman. I just . . . don’t feel like being attacked, trolled, and harassed all because I created a wonderful transwoman warrior one day and decided to share her with the world while at the same time not being transgender myself.
One day, I was writing the story, and I kept thinking how if I didn’t do it right . . . I don’t know. I still intend to try finishing the story, but I don’t look forward to people’s responses. It’s something I’ll just have to face. If you want to tell a story, you have to face the consequences of telling a story. I swear writers are the only creatives who have to be punished for what they do, perhaps because there is so much power in words.
Which brings me to my point.