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It's interesting to me that the louder I'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'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't look black enough, I wasn'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'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'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'm never south american enough or TOO south american, despite being broken in by white practices so I can't speak my original languages anymore, but being black diaspora isn't ENOUGH for people.
I can't tell you what Indigenous American tribe my father's side is mixed with, because they disowned me for being queer with gender feelings, but I'm still apparently Not The Correct Kind Of Queer for people (the whites), because I can'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's. Draining, to say the least. To be told over and over all the different ways I'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'm not black so how DARE I appropriate my own language, and then went on to misgender me like four different ways to Sunday
