There are many who want to claim that transgender lives are built on falsehoods, that everything about us is a lie.

In 1994, when dinosaurs still roamed the Cretaceous Earth, I was but a budding trans woman. I was still largely trying to find where I fit in this thing called "transgender," and fighting through a mountain full of shame and guilt over who I was.

On the afternoon of February 11, a girl by the name of Brianna Ghey was found on a path in Culcheth Linear Park in Warrington, Cheshire, England. Pronounced dead at the scene, she was the victim of multiple stab wounds.

Decades before the upper floors of a three-story building at the corner of Broadway and Kearny in San Francisco became a co-working office space, it was home to a nightclub called Finocchio's.

Legislative sessions have started in statehouses across the country, and with them, scores of new anti-LGBTQ and anti-trans bills.

Recently, while in the throes of nostalgia, I went through a pair of filing boxes I have containing decades of old snapshots.

Today drag queen storybook readings for children have been opportunistically subverted by the far right using an old and recurring slur that it is a ruse used by pedophiles to "groom" children for abuse.

It was eight and a half years ago - in spring of 2014 - that Time magazine declared the "transgender tipping point" on its front cover.

It was late in the evening of November 19 at Club Q, an LGBTQ nightclub in Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Every year, at the beginning of Pride Month, we put on our parkas and wool caps and head up to Twin Peaks to light the incredible pink triangle installation.

It wasn't intentional for the Transgender Day of Remembrance to fall so close to Election Day and its aftermath, but they have certainly grown in importance to each other over the years.

For the first time in four decades, I will not watch a single minute of the men's soccer World Cup. Not one vuvuzela-shrieking minute.

I often feel that I am too alarmist. I have spent decades now, deep in the issue of anti-transgender violence and murder, and I know that colors my views.

October is no stranger to urban legends, dating back at least to Washington Irving's 1819 Halloween favorite, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow."