I guess I’m not super outraged about The Interview being pulled from theaters because things that speak to my groups get canned all the time for less reason.

In all this rush to condemn Sony, I would like people to remember that Sony only canned the release after the theater groups refused to show the movie. Yes, it’s concerning that theater groups bowed to the threats, but since the Batman shooting happened so comparatively recently, it’s hard to fault them for taking the safety of their theaters seriously. I wish they’d found a better way to do that, I think the theaters should have asked for police protection rather than cave. I think that the police departments of the US should have provided that protection free of charge in the spirit of our First Amendment.

With that being said, the chest-thumping outrage that some people are displaying is something I cannot relate to at all. I guess you could say that my opposition to these decisions is intellectual. Principled. But devoid of any passion or sentiment.

And here’s why: the voices of my trans sisters are constantly being muted, distorted, crimped, appropriated, and shunted to the side, and when we complain about this we are told we are too sensitive. Or that we have to make allowances, given how “new” and “unusual” we are. We’re told that as a minority, we don’t have the right to expect high quality representation, that our stories are niche, a bonus, a coupon for an ally cookie. And sometimes there are threats, too. Of rape and death and all the worst things. Our art–and our lives–are constantly under siege. We are not heard, not seen, and the more we fight back against that, the worse the counterattacks are. What these guys are going through, as horrible as it is, is nothing compared to what I’ve seen people close to me endure just in the past few weeks and months.

That’s where I come from. That’s where I live. And now some rich, straight, white, cisgender dudes are acting like civilization is about to come crashing down because they were denied access to a platform. And, I’m sorry, I simply cannot muster any outrage about that.

Because remember, Sony hasn’t said they’ll never release the movie. It could show up on Netflix tomorrow for all we know. What happened here was that the owners of a private platform decided they didn’t want to deal with the security threat that this movie allegedly posed, so they denied the use of their platform. And, again, I have principled, intellectual objections to that. I wish they’d taken a stand, but they chose not to, and now Seth Rogan will have to comfort himself by buying some whiskey with part his $8.4 million paycheck. I’m not sure how our Republic can recover from such a blow.

And that private platform he was denied? Me and my trans sisters are almost never allowed up on to it. When we are, we’re depicted as rapists, serial killers, pathetic imposters, or garish counterfeits of femininity. If we’re really, really lucky, we get shitty retrograde bullshit like TransAmerica that doesn’t make us out to be unhinged psychopaths but does perpetuate a raft of hurtful, inaccurate stereotypes about us. But folks like Seth Rogan get to star in movies all the time. And he still can. He can continue to have a career in movies of the sort that only members of his demographic are privileged to have.

And like I said, I object to what’s happened to his movie. I object to any display of art being curtailed by thuggish threats. But don’t ask me to get angry about a multimillionaire straight, white, cisgender dudebro dealing with what it’s like for the rest of us for once in his life.