According to capitalism, I don’t exist.

I was in a mood the other day, and went looking at tacky Christian cross pendants. There’s a huge variety of them, from real Baltic Amber to cheap acrylic to sterling silver to hand carved mahogany. I started to dive deeper and found ones plastered with stars and stripes, and found ones covered with a big gay rainbow. So I kept digging and… I couldn’t find one with a trans flag.

Sometimes I feel very, very alone as a trans Christian, and this was one of those times. I know it’s tacky, I know mashing up religious iconography is problematic, I know that if it existed I wouldn’t even want one, I know that a product needs a customer… And if there’s no product, then there’s no customer, and I don’t exist.