Hi it's 2:10 am and I am a salty asshole and I need to rant
Alllllllllrighty then. Today in my rhetoric class, I gave the gayest presentation to ever grace my small, backwoodsy campus.
I. HATE. Presenting. I hate it with the entirety of my physical and spiritual being.
The point of the assignment was to argue a point. We had to write and turn in an outline and have to turn in an official paper by next Monday (12/12/2016).
My topic that I was arguing is that the Trump/Pence ticket has put LGBTQ+ rights in jeopardy (because it is).
So I started off strong (I used a party popper) and I was really animated and tried to interact with a pretty dead audience.
It came to the end and I felt I had done a not awful job. Now I was taking questions. First, one from the professor. I was concerned, but it was just asking what the “+” I kept putting on the end of “LGBTQ+” was about. Then comes the personification of soggy raisin toast. Let’s call him Anus.
So Anus brings up the fact that anyone could be beaten in a mugging.
Anus. You… you dense motherfucker…
Okay.
Let me explaind exactly why you are a dense motherfucker, Anus.
I didn’t do this in class. I was too dumbfounded by this question.
Let me ask you.
What is the purpose of a mugging? What is the mugger’s end goal?
Money.
That is what the goal of a mugging is.
Now let me ask another question.
What is the point of assault?
Harm.
Physical damage to a human being.
That is the goal of assault.
When someone is assaulted and accosted MERELY FOR EXISTING, that is NOT the same as you being mugged for money.
Anyway.
Several “feedback” papers said I was too “angry” when I presented.
Sorry, I forgot that as a woman I’m supposed to be a dainty little flower princess at all times.
Sorry for being passionate about my rights and the well being of my community.
Many said I was biased.
We were supposed to have a bias. It was stated that our bias was supposed to be clear several times.
One said I was too opinionated.
You know.
In this assignment completely based around opinions.
Oops.
Sorry.
Forgot that no opinions are allowed in the opinion assignment.
Silly, dumb, little Feminazi me.
But one.
Oh but one.
This one anonymous slip.
It took the cake.
It said, and I paraphrase,
“I think you need to brush up on your politics. Trump said he wouldn’t repeal gay marriage.”
Listen.
Buddy.
Pal.
Hitler promised to bot invade Poland. Look at how that turned out.
As a genral rule, politicians lie. So I tyoically don’t trust the word of a politician.
Their actions, I believe.
I gave 5 examples IN THE SLIDESHOW of people that Trump put, or attempted to put, into positions of power who were against gay marriage rights and in favor of conversion therapy.
And that person believes that I am the one who needs to brush up on my politics.
Well you know what. Yeah. I am angry. I absolutely am angry.
I’m angry that I don’t feel safe wearing my bi pride shirt but people on my campus feel safe talking in favor of conversion therapy.
I’m angry that my LGBTQ+ friends quake with fear everyday.
I’m angry that me being passionate about a topic is morphed into me being angry and opinionated because I’m a woman.
I’m angry that my friends are scared for their safety as women, LGBTQ+ people, PoC, whatever minority you can think of.
And most of all…
I’m angry that I’m the dumb one because your pretentious, asshole nature won’t allow you to look past that thick haze of masked hatred and bigotry that surrounds your heart abd mind long enough to see that maybe, just maybe, I have valid feelings, valid evidence, and a valid point.
So Anus, as soon as you’re done drooling over Fuhrer Trump, come talk to me.
On second thought, don’t.
I don’t need that kind of toxicity in my life.
Alright.
Rant over.
Good night/morning, friends.
