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Regurgitation of thoughts

 Who am I outside of what patriarchy wants me to me?


Everywhere a queer person goes they’re met with extreme reactions. 

Brave? All I’m doing is walking down the street. 

Predator? All I’m doing is walking down the street. 

Resilient? Why should I have to be so well practiced in recovering from traumatic conditions? 

Pervert? Im an asexual

Why do you insist on shoving us inside these boxes? These boxes make some of us claustrophobic. 

The danger is not kids being trans, we know some of them will be. The danger is kids being trans and not feeling supported.

You can’t turn someone who wasn’t already destined to be.

The sooner they know, the better.
Let them figure out who they are.

What is so scary about people being different? Would you like a crayon box full of crayons that are all the same color? Or do you think having different crayon colors helps you create a more beautiful picture?

Why should the focus be making kids resilient? Can’t we just try to make the world around them less traumatic?
Adults are uncomfortable? Okay well kids are feeling unsafe. Which one do you care more about?

Kids are individual people with their own minds. People should be able to own their own lives and feelings. 

In a world that wants to be cruel to kids just for being lgbtqia+, what’s stopping us from listening to them? Respecting them? Allowing them to be honest? Letting them have feelings? Loving them. 
Why do you fight so hard against true identities? What are you afraid of? Are you afraid they’ll be treated with disrespect? Bullied? Made to feel unsafe in the world? Why?

I’m genderqueer. Are you afraid your kid is gonna grow up to be like me? A good parent, an artist, a dedicated friend, someone open about their love for their parents because theyve always felt loved and supported?

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