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Let me set the scene. I am Jazz was very white, but BLM protests were raging and they needed a hook. Then Sander, in his desperate social media whoring as the runt of the family, befriended a big black trans woman. Jeanette delighted in mocking this friendship insinuating that something else was going on.
The show played up the friendship. Through this big black friend Sander met another black trans woman and the show pushed a romance arc. The show kept telling us how normal it was to date a trans person, how there was nothing weird or wrong about it. When the three of them went out bowling, the romantic interest talked about how she was a size queen.
Because of her penis she only fucked guys with bigger dicks than her to make her feel feminine. Sander sat through the whole thing, trying to maintain a neutral face, but the pain was there. Imagine someone on TV practically implying, by association, that you have a small dick, because Sander wasn't her usual type. Imagine someone talking about fucking big dicks to feel feminine in a bowling alley of all places, that slice of pure Americana ripped bare by it all.
The season long black arc culminated in them unveiling a mural for deceased black trans people. Only at least two of the people who died were lawful killings. One of them attacked their boyfriend with a knife and he shot them dead in self defense. The other attacked police and was shot dead.
We got a bunch of performative white people playing up BLM. We got a humiliated Sander. We got more sick and perverse and twisted moments that not even a horror writer could come up with. Moments where reality seems to fray and break.
