What I really hate seeing is a divisive subject that makes people go oh, I like this person, and you pointed out something (or vice versa) and that mean I now hate you forever & always & will come up with all sorts of uncreative ways to silence you and/or engage in blatant apologism. Because believe me, that’s nothing I haven’t heard before. The misgendering, the name-calling, the talking-over-my-head-when-you-should-be-talking-to-me. I shall not — and will not — legitimise any of these derails by engaging with them. I have very, very limited spoons that I save for offline life because I live in a very unsafe space. It so happens that even in a space I am supposed to be engaging meaningfully with people results in the same derails, the same silencing, and the same, tired, old shit.
Alas, douchefuckery transcends everything. It reaches the boiling point and you see just how many of your “allies” are willing to silence you because they feel uncomfortable with something you’ve said. & it’s not meant to make people comfortable, damnit. Discomfort is nothing compared to the shit the person who calls out goes through to even work up the courage, and frankly, they have every right to be afraid of the reaction. Healthy cultural paranoia. “Allies” do not understand this fear. They never do. & that doesn’t make them unwilling to listen, but when the proverbial shit hits the fan, you see what happens.
Face it, there is a lot of asshattery that goes on in this corner of tumblr. Always, my OCD screeches at me for the horrid format. Most days, I can manage to shut it in a cupboard and try to write.
It’s not worth it.
There’s other ways.
You know where to find me.