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It& #39;s interesting to me that the louder I& #39;ve gotten about who I am online, the worse people have been in response to it, which pretty solidly mirrors how garbage people are irl about the same things.
I use a picture of a dog as my icon now because, well, I think they& #39;re a good representation of who I am as a person, but also when my icon *was* a picture of me, I got regularly harassed because I didn& #39;t look black enough, I wasn& #39;t culturally latine enough, I was told I was-
Trying to lay claim to being a lesbian when I was clearly a trans dude.
I would have ended up doxxed at one point if, lmao, I wasn& #39;t street homeless and without a traceable address to my name, since I got into the only shelter that would take me less often than I liked.
I would have ended up doxxed at one point if, lmao, I wasn& #39;t street homeless and without a traceable address to my name, since I got into the only shelter that would take me less often than I liked.
I& #39;m never south american enough or TOO south american, despite being broken in by white practices so I can& #39;t speak my original languages anymore, but being black diaspora isn& #39;t ENOUGH for people.
I can& #39;t tell you what Indigenous American tribe my father& #39;s side is mixed with, because they disowned me for being queer with gender feelings, but I& #39;m still apparently Not The Correct Kind Of Queer for people (the whites), because I can& #39;t be easily explained.
So instead I get to be judged a freak and told that no one wants to hear my stories or the relationship I have with my body, and it& #39;s. Draining, to say the least. To be told over and over all the different ways I& #39;m Irregular and Unwanted and Should Not Be.
Ugh this thread is brought to you by my frustration of the same person telling me I& #39;m not black so how DARE I appropriate my own language, and then went on to misgender me like four different ways to Sunday
