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ugh saw a narc abuse believer. throw tomatoes guys.
It's pride in my city!! Made somethings to share and wear!
There's not much more I can say that hasn't been said on the m*rder of Nex Benedict. There are far more people more eloquent than me speaking on this... fuck, I hate to say "topic" because this is about a child's life.
My blog is safe. I am a safe person to talk to; I'm AFAB, and in my late twenties, so I am an adult. I'm uncertain my gender identity because, more often than not, I simply don't care. It isn't important to me. But whatever yours is, whatever you identify as, you can message me. Talk to me. Rant to me. Scream, cry, laugh, whatever. You are not alone. You will never be alone.
I'm not going to sit here and write some sappy shit about "it gets better" because I don't know if it will, I just know that it can. I'm not making promises I can't keep. I don't know your situation, you don't know mine. I probably don't know you, you probably don't know me. But for your sake, if you just need to word-vomit and have the response be "rant received" or "you're seen/heard/understood" etcetera, I can do that. I'm a very busy person these days, so I can't always respond. If you find yourself in an emergency, please dial your respective emergency response number. For the US, it's 911.
I'm not licensed in anything, and I'm not going to claim to be. But I grew up in a small-ass town with a population under 3,000 people with legacy last names in the rural Midwest. My best friend is a gay man, and because of everything he went through, he didn't come out until he was in his twenties. We all could guess, but he wasn't treated kindly by some very loud voices, one of which has an uncle as the Chief of Police. The stereotypes write themselves.
I, myself, am bisexual. And I'm fairly certain my gender isn't cis, but again, I'm indifferent.
I'm not going to out you. I'm not gonna tell anyone. But for fuck's sake, please, please hold on if you can. Please. What happened-- what keeps fucking happening-- is vile, disturbing, and unjust.
Bottom Line: I wasn't old enough to hear about the first brick. I'm sure I'll be dead before someone throws the last. But never, ever stop throwing bricks until they let us live and love.
Justice for our queer families. Justice for our queer youth. Justice for Nex Benedict.
Sometimes being nice is not only the incorrect behavior, it is the most vile.
The world of heterosexuals is a sick and boring life
Me: *Knocks on door June 1st*
Me: HELLO, HAVE YOU HEARD THE GOOD WORDT OF OUR LORDT AND SAVIOR MARSHA P JOHNSON. WHO THREW THE FIRST BRICK FOR OUR SINS!
Woman on Taco Bell ad: I need a free hand to show those construction workers just how much I appreciate their compliments! :)
Me: FUCK YEAH.