Anger and Fear are Two Sides of the Same Coin
Be gay, do crime.
Be gay, you are a crime.
Well, not country-wide since 2003. Technically. Granted in some places you’re treated worse than a felon if you’re gay (I mean look to our new (old) president, he’s a felon and the president, can’t say that about any gay folk, they’re all under protection from the death threats and anthrax scares). Why does it matter that it’s legally acceptable to be gay when my friends have had dead animals placed on their doorsteps after coming out? What about the ones with formally diagnosed Complex Post-Traumatic Disorder from their time in conversion “therapy”? Why do we tout love and acceptance when our classmates are being beaten in the bathroom? What hypocrisy do we all follow?
Look at the Christians who “love thy neighbor as they love themselves” they might as well throw themselves off the overpass. I mean that’s what they so eagerly encourage their gay neighbors to do in the name of the all-loving God.
I mean how many of you know someone receiving gender-affirming care? How many of you can say that you understand how much HRT does to help these kids? How many of you are worried that your friends will die in the next four years because of politics?
I’m special. I get the privilege and glory of watching my friends die. Day by day. Hour by hour. Tipping closer and closer to the edge. What’s the difference between life and death if life is hell? I wouldn’t want to live if the whole world treated me as a pawn in a political agenda. If my identity didn’t exist outside of the political gain it could bring for a candidate. Fuck this. Fuck America. Fuck the dream. There is no dream when you're lying dead six feet under. And those of us still alive get to watch our dreams burn. At least we can watch them burn together.
At least in the 1950s, there were no false pretenses.
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