I’m sorry for the toxic interactions you’ve had. I’m absolutely not talking about stereotypes and appearances, and those that made you feel not gay enough are included in those needing to show up for their community.
Sorry I was in shit post mode instead of essay mode :3
I’m talking to the gays who eat at Chick-fil-A
I’m talking to the lesbian who told the bi girl to choose a side
I’m talking to the bi girl who calls herself a f*g hag while hitting on a trans girl
I’m talking to the trans people who fell into transmedicalism
And much more, but hopefully I’ve explained myself better.
Can one have a love/hate relationship with knowledge?
Like, I hate that I have to know all these things, but I love who I am in knowing things-in-general and these things you’ve said, as I know they make the world a better place for us all.
As I approach 40 and the world changes more and more underneath our feet and before our very eyes, I find myself burdened with knowledge. Knowledge that hurts to have. Knowledge that I’m different, knowledge of how the world works, knowledge of human behavior, and the knowledge of my and all of our limitations. Knowledge that hurts to have.
I’m sorry for the toxic interactions you’ve had. I’m absolutely not talking about stereotypes and appearances, and those that made you feel not gay enough are included in those needing to show up for their community.
Sorry I was in shit post mode instead of essay mode :3
I’m talking to the gays who eat at Chick-fil-A
I’m talking to the lesbian who told the bi girl to choose a side
I’m talking to the bi girl who calls herself a f*g hag while hitting on a trans girl
I’m talking to the trans people who fell into transmedicalism
And much more, but hopefully I’ve explained myself better.
I gotcha. No need to be sorry, no offense was taken
Can one have a love/hate relationship with knowledge?
Like, I hate that I have to know all these things, but I love who I am in knowing things-in-general and these things you’ve said, as I know they make the world a better place for us all.
As I approach 40 and the world changes more and more underneath our feet and before our very eyes, I find myself burdened with knowledge. Knowledge that hurts to have. Knowledge that I’m different, knowledge of how the world works, knowledge of human behavior, and the knowledge of my and all of our limitations. Knowledge that hurts to have.