OK, 'tis vent the spleen time.
I wanna talk today about so-called
progressives (also known as hashtag the resistance) and
pronouns/respect for the LGBT+ community.
It is a truth universally acknowledged,
that a single person in possession of 'allyship', will eventually
show that allyship to be worth the paper it's printed on, if that, as
soon as confronted with a failing.
We joke that people will quickly
correct themselves when they misgender a dog, but flip out when told
that they misgendered a person.
The thing is, time and again it proves
to not be a joke,but rather a sad reality.
Now, this has nothing to do with purity
tests. it has nothing to do with not being good enough, or perfect.
It has everything to do with never having been what they claim to be.
When you mess up...when I mess up, it's incredibly easy to say 'shit.
i'm sorry. what do you use?'
When I talk about enby pals, I try to
check in advance to see if they use they/theirs, or so called
neopronouns, or whatever.
It's.
Not.
That.
Difficult.
To me it seems far harder to instead go
OMG WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO ASK EVERYONE I HAVE SO MANY FOLLOWERS
IT'S THEIR FAULT THEY MADE THIS INTO A SPANISH INQUISITION I'M AN
ALLY THIS IS WHY WE'RE LOSING THE CULTURE WAR WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE
NICE TO ME REALLY IT'S NOT MY FAULT
...and then carry it on for an hour.
Or two.
Over 100 posts.
Give or take.
Seriously.
You make a mistake.
Acknowledge.
Apologise.
Correct.
Move on.
Be better.
The worst part here is the fact that
we're told over and over that we >have< to support democrats,
we >have< to compromise, we have to give a little in order to
get a little.
Thing is?
We have.
We were told to focus on winning the
right to marriage for same sex couples. we did. we fought long and
hard, even after being told that our rights are just too divisive,
and if we can get this done then we can focus on trans rights.
And we did.
And they didn't.
And we're still divisive.
Our existence, we are told by our own
community, is divisive.
And in the end, the ones fighting for
us are...us.
But we're supposed to support the
resistance, and democrats, people who really don't give two flying
fucks about us.
Because it's duty.
And you can sit here and blame me for
what happened in 2016. I held my fucking nose and voted for a
republican rather than a fascist cheeto coloured fuckstain. I didn't
vote for me...I voted against a greater evil.
And now we're supposed to just belly up
to anyone who can't be arsed to even show us basic decency...who
wants us to allow uniformed police who don't protect us to march in
pride...
So while all y'all pink hat wearing pussy
power being hashtag the resistance doing neoliberals sit here and
belly up to the fascists just like y'all want us to belly up to you,
well..
"I know the purity of pure
despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating
wall.
That place among the rocks—is it a
cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I
have."
Call us radical.
It's true.
And I came here out of choice as much
as because y'all pushed me here.
Because you made it clear that I...that
we...are too divisive.
That we ask for too much when we ask
you to use our fucking pronouns.
Because you made it clear that all
we're worth are your table scraps.
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