Tenacious journalist that I am, I’ll provide ample receipts proving that the exact opposite is true. Allow me to show you what life in the trans trench has been like for the past decade, with a combination of personal story and indisputable, brute facts. Probably eight years ago, I remember seeing for the first time a series of images that are burned into my memory. They say a picture says a thousand words, but in the trans trench, they are the beginning of a kind of trauma — the jarring introduction to a bestial type of Hell you never knew existed. Writing in Corinth with a front-row seat to all kinds of debauchery, the Apostle Paul noted in Romans 1 how wicked people “invent new ways of doing evil” (Romans 1:30).