This is a theme that is dear to me and I have often asked myself. 

And if you ask yourself often, it's because you have to do something and you don't do it. 

Bad sign. 

I believe I have a sense of the reality of discrimination and violence in which people have been, are, and will be subjected to because of their race, origin, or religion, women because of their gender and social role, "LGB" and "Q" and "+" creatures because of their sexual orientation and so on.

I admire those who have described this condition and I bow to those who have fought for the rights of these human beings. 

But I have only been able to speak about "T", only about transgender people. And, specifically, only about transgender women.

I think I haven't written about discriminated and violent brothers and sisters because I needed to understand myself.  

And I think I won't write about them even when I finish my literary project, because completing and publishing my sixteen novels is a truly demanding commitment and it's taking all my available energy: I can't imagine what I'll do next. 

But the fact that I haven't been able to write about anyone who suffers from discrimination and violence doesn't mean that I don't write for anyone who suffers from discrimination and violence.   

I repeat, I have only lit a few candles to shed some light where I was stepping.