I have existed in a part of the world where there was need for a Queer People of Color community. This community was my safe space in downtown Winnipeg a few Saturdays a month when we would meet for laughter, drinks and sharing. Honestly (and I am ashamed to admit), the trans degrading remarks made on Winnipeg’s radio station on the 16 th would have not hit me as hard from anywhere else. I am a queer African woman with almost no authority on transgender issues. Therefore, I write this article for Miraj. Miraj and I met on Facebook. At that time, I was searching for a community of people like me and I found a Ugandan raised Trinidadian. We talked for a week and decided to meet up for a hookah session and some stories. Our friendship had already gained foundation when she told me her assigned gender at birth had been male. The reality of trans lives had never been as clear to me as at that moment. At that moment, I understood why she waited until nobody was looking t