there was a long stretch of time where i’ll admit a concern of mine was coming across as a more acceptable and palatable version of myself specifically in the interest of possibly dodging ire and antagonism from people who hated the very core of what i was anyway. like maybe if i could prove i was different or more normal then i could bridge the gap. but when doing this you realize eventually that certain gaps are not meant to be bridged. they’re man-made and specifically maintained on purpose to keep you othered. there is nothing i can ever say or do that will stop the most hateful people from twisting literally anything into evidence of a pre-decided nature. it is genuinely impossible to be anything but who i am, so i can’t afford to waste my breath anymore. there’s too much light and love to be found within what i’ve already had the whole time.
