If I was born a hundred years ago (maybe even just 20) I probably would’ve gone on living with what I’d been assigned.
But I was lucky. I was born to a family that didn’t hold strong bigoted views against people like me. I found the vocabulary early, before their ideas could be tainted. I found the vocabulary from good sources, before my impressionable young mind could hold firm to toxic, bigoted views of them.
Sometimes I see others talk about their identities, ones that I share, and how they struggled for so long to accept it, or overcome their internalized [insert]phobia, or whatever else they’re struggling with.
A part of me thinks that I should feel like that, too - that maybe I’m supposed to feel that way, since it’s so common…
Which is sad to think, sad to want, isn’t it? To desire to dislike yourself?
It’s sad and silly. I’m privilaged enough to not have to worry about it, and yet I do. Such is the curse of wanting to “fit in,” I suppose?
I don’t know. Just venting.