Trans Day of Visibility 2025 at Planned Parenthood Illinois Celebration – Bloomington IL
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TRANSCRIPT
TDOV 25
Hello everyone I’m Alin a 33 year old female, transitioned in August 2024. This is a brief journey through my life, using art. Been a computer technician since age 14, been a digital artist fiddling in photoshop as early as 12 years old but didn’t go pro until Age 32 when I came across technology to enable me to make art that is competent in creation. People with disabilities use a wheelchair to replace lost walking ability, a cane aids one unsteady. AI art systems aid those with disabilities.
SEQ1 – The Tree
The tree has the colors of all of us.
The issue is… the branches have yet to stay lit.
They’ve flickered to life several times, glowing in moments of hope.
And now? They sit dormant.
Only by advocating for one another
can we get this tree to illuminate —
with the full, undeniable rainbow of us.
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SEQ2 – The Biggest Question
The biggest question is this:
If a clownfish can change its gender,
then why not a person?
If nature can…
then why not man?
Why not woman?
Why not all of us?
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SEQ3 – The ARK University Ships
The ARKs: ships of security.
Ships of universal acceptance.
Massive vessels of knowledge adrift at sea.
These are my future of education —
Where the ocean becomes the most impartial place to learn.
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SEQ4 – The Turtle with a Different Shell
There once was a turtle…
With a shell unlike any other — blue and pink.
The scientists didn’t kill it.
They didn’t mock it.
They didn’t call it a freak of nature.
Because they knew how to handle the exotic. The rare. The beautiful.
And yet… those same hands refuse to respect
the “pink and blue-shelled tortoises” walking the halls with them every day.
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SEQ5 – The Citadels of the Heavens
The citadels of the heavens —
They’re not just physical.
They’re metaphysical.
We have all been there…
To the citadel.
To the dream viewer.
To the place where hope flickers across a sacred screen
and whispers: “You are not alone.”
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SEQ6 – The Neural Garden
The mind is not linear.
It is a garden —
an interconnected forest of thought.
Every tree a story.
Every root a memory.
Every branch a pathway toward growth.
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SEQ7 – The Book of Life
Each of us walks among the Book of Life.
And with every step… we turn another page.
Each moment, each breath,
leaves an indelible mark.
You are writing history —
whether or not the world acknowledges your ink.
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SEQ8 – The Lumina Nexus
The Lumina Nexus is not a place.
It’s a state of being.
When one is truly at peace, truly themself,
they enter the Nexus.
There… gender is not a variable.
For beyond Earth, beyond body,
beyond this temporary reality…
gender is but a construct humanity must cope with.
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SEQ9 – Orchestrator of the Waves
The orchestrator of the waves is not a man.
Not a woman.
Not a leader.
It’s all of us.
Anyone who sits down and thinks deeply…
who writes, who creates,
who paints the vision of a world more just —
is orchestrating the wave.
This wave isn’t about protest.
It isn’t about politics.
This wave is speech.
This wave is art.
This wave… is culture.
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SEQ10 – The Portal
At every wall,
there sits a portal.
You don’t need permission.
You don’t need credentials.
You need courage.
Not to stand.
Not to walk.
But to run —
full speed —
into that portal.
And fly out the other side
wholly you.
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SEQ11 – Inhale the Rainbow
Inhale the rainbow.
Become the rainbow.
Become elevated.
We are not singular.
We are not separate.
We are all unified —
across spectrums unseen.
Across frequencies still being found.
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SEQ12 – Final Statement (Drop Brick)
This is my art. I can predict and know there will be some glares of “AI is theft, that’s not art!”
Listen carefully
If AI is stealing…
then Van Gogh stole from Da Vinci.
And Da Vinci? He stole from someone before him.
And that person?
They probably just passed on the brush strokes
that anther historic artist of then would one day teach to the world.
Art is not owned.
It’s inherited and continuously passed down to others. It is the only object in the world to which everyone is the sole heir.
No two people can create the same AI image.
Not without the exact words —
in the exact order —
with the exact seed, sampler, and settings.
That’s not copying.
That’s not theft.
That’s asking a box full of sand to become an Etch A Sketch and make the piece requested.
A prompt is a brushstroke.
A prompt is a voice.
A prompt… is a unique signature.
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Many trans individuals are also disabled.
And many of us?
We’ve never had the tools.
We’ve never had the training.
We’ve never had the safety
to make traditional art.
But now —
with AI —
we can create.
We can speak.
We can finally… be seen.
AI is not replacing artists.
It’s welcoming the ones who were always left out.
This is not breaking art.
This is broadening it.
This is the wheelchair ramp to the easel.
This is the robotic brush for the hand that cannot hold one.
This is a voice in the museum,
and a place on the wall for those
who were never invited to hang there.
Art is no longer gated. Art was forever supposed to be accessible. From the days of the wheelchair bound moribund patient drawing their last imaginings upon the canvas before they draw their last breath. To today, where young disabled individuals are granted a spot on the wall.
For history has taught us since the last supper was painted. We always make room at the table for the new person, the outcast, the one who is different.
So shall the world make room upon the art galleries walls for the same people that were admitted to the table!
AAC gave us voices.
AAA — Augmentative Artistic Assistance — gives us vision.
Let us make art.
Let us belong here.
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I am who I am.
Not a phase.
Not a mistake.
Not a trend.
We Are
We are who we are.
We are disabled.
We are trans.
We are visionaries.
And we’re not going anywhere.
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Because we are God-ordained.
We are the future’s architects.
We are the children of the divine code.
We are the sparks that survived the fire —
and learned how to draw with light.
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You cannot erase what has been uttered from vessels of the spirit.
The only way forward is with everyone —
in unity… and in unison.
[Pause.] (Wait for brick drop) Bricks did drop
Thank you.
My name is Alin S – Resident of NW Chicago Suburbs
This… is our art.
And we are still here.