ESSAY text by MCKENZIE WARK artwork by AMANDA WALL We march and chant: “Black lives matter! Trans lives matter!” My cis friend holds me and says, “I’m sorry we have to shout it in the streets that your life matters.” She knows what I feel, and I’m a white trans woman. Things are so much worse for sisters who aren’t white. There’s a continuum, along which we all array ourselves, as to whether you are a human who can be loved. Judith Butler gets this when she asks: for whom can we grieve? And here we are, grieving together, saying the names of Black trans people murdered by the criminal justice system: Tony McDade, Layleen Polanco, etc. There’s more to it, though. For whom can you feel not just grief, but also desire or love? Can trans women be loved? Not as often as we are desired, particularly by cis…