Trans people in the UK have had a hell of a year, and trans youth in particular have been stuck at the sharp end of culture war politics that harm us all. Our sense of community and love for each other is vital now more than ever, and I’m proud to have been supporting a project bringing a small glimmer of light amid the darkness.
Trans Secret Santa UK is a community project, run by my friends at Trans+ Solidarity Alliance, which has brought so many in our community together to show young trans people something vital: love and support exist, even when they come from afar. They have sent nearly 900 festive gift packages to trans youth who signed up this year, the largest demand yet for the team. When I volunteered for the project’s gift packing day recently, I felt something special at the heart of it – a powerful message of hope and joy.
And yet, this year, all our packing, wrapping and shipping has happened against the backdrop of 2025 – the worst time I can remember as a trans person in the UK. Devastating blows are being dealt to our ability to live our lives, with this government still deciding whether to enforce the exclusion of trans people from services and spaces for our lived gender.
Read more:
- There’s ‘awareness’ of trans people – but too often it’s the wrong kind
- A moment in a maths class, aged 14, gave me the courage to tell people I was trans
- I’m a trans care leaver. Finding love and acceptance as my true self was the best feeling in the world
Even proudly trans-inclusive organisations like Girlguiding have already begun capitulating, cutting off vital social belonging for trans youth. A few years ago this would have been unthinkable, and now it’s up for mainstream debate. The need our community has for support, solidarity, and allyship is more acute than ever. But above all, especially at Christmas, there is a real need for love.
When I was growing up, in the nineties and noughties, there was a real lack of trans representation and role models both in popular culture and in society at large. What glimpses of trans lives we saw were largely shaped by regressive tropes. I didn’t know that being trans, transitioning and living a full life of love and authenticity, was even an option available to me. Any connection to trans people living authentically as themselves felt like a slim crack letting in the light of hope, a glimpse of what life could be for me too.










