There was a moment in my life where I walked around late night Baltimore and talked with the trans sex workers about how things were going. They have a remarkably (sadly?) complex system with how they communicate to each other up and down the streets to keep each other safe.
A week or so later, I found an older article from a local paper on microfiche about how specifically black trans sex workers in Baltimore have had ridiculously high murder and assault rates for a long time now and too many people just don’t care enough to do anything about it.
I don’t know how, but yeah. Something’s gotta change.