If you like the cool stuff in Dubai and wanna go see it, then go — unless you’re a t-girl. Just being recognized as such, in that country, is allegedly enough to have you thrown in jail.
Hong Kong immigration allegedly has a special way of dealing with t-girls. Everyone else gets treated fairly civilly. T-girls get sidetracked and made to wait for hours in some bureaucratic office, just because.
In Russia, as a t-girl you don’t have to worry too much about what the government is going to do to you because the street hooligans will beat them to it.
In Brazil, if violence against t-girls were an Olympic Sport, there would be a lot more gold there.
Compared to that, life in the US of A is downright peachy if you’re a t-girl. And yes, I’ve just spent a week or so in the South. In Mississippi, even. And yes, it’s dangerous to t-girls in some rural pockets. But for the most part, in a global context, if you’re a t-girl and you’re unhappy in the US, you’ll probably be a lot less happy yet, in most other countries.
That pretty much covers it, as to America being the land of the free.
Now, as to America being the home of the brave:
The principles of good government and personal rights are a solid basis for why t-girls are more safe here … and these are principles that good people have fought and died for, against enemy regimes that had very different agendas. As a t-girl, I wouldn’t have lasted long under a Nazi dictatorship or in a Communist regime or in Imperial Japanese culture or under Radical Islam. My freedoms as a t-girl are protected because there have been brave people actively protecting me, starting with the brave people whose ideas led to the signing of the Declaration of Independence … and the brave people who signed it, and the other people who upheld these principles and bravely stood up for them ever since.
As a t-girl, I should do my part too. When there’s a threat that I can reasonably oppose without it being a suicide mission, then I tend to make a stand, whether it’s ideological (which much of the battle is) or standing by a good but embattled person, or opposing a negative person. That includes having a sharp mind, a sharp tongue, a sharp pen and a good aim when I’m holding my gun. Not that I’ve needed the latter yet, but it’s the final line of defense against attempted intimidation.
Much of my freedom, others have bravely protected. In that context, instead of whining about things not being better yet … I’m happy to help close the gap between what is and what ought to be. In other words, if I need to take care of the small part that’s my responsibility, then I’m proud to do so. And yes, it’s sometimes scary. By proceeding nevertheless, I join the ranks of the brave, living as an American in the best sense of the word.