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Happy Pride Month
4 years ago
I don't usually do this, but I believe this time, I am in the state of mind to speak my mind.
June is known as LGBTQI+ Pride Month, a commemoration not only where we are in human rights as the western society, but also a commemoration of 1969's Stonewall Riots, an uprising in response to the constant violation of gay clubs, and centuries of undeserved torment and shame, basically giving rise to the LGBTQI+ Movement in America and other countries. Hostility and disdain towards homosexual, bisexual, and transgendered fellows still lingers inn society, and many seek to defeat our movements even today to justify treating us as less than second rate citizes, as nothing more than a sickness that "needs to be cured or purged", as a "lustful sin". Those who do not understand us, and refuse to listen, will try to silence us, often with violence, and that is not to be forgiven.
I myself am an autistic bisexual enthusiast of sex, and consider myself polyamorous. I joined the Furry Fandom a different person. I was unaware of the truth, and instead, was guilty of barking the same religious dogma at people who showed support for lgbtqi+ rights. When I realized that some of my friends, the best one, were the thing I was taught to hate, I had to step back and rethink my life.
By declaring myself a furry, I agreed to the terms that came with it. And it has been a long road thus far. I made mistakes, made bad, even toxic choices, and even proved that I do not undestand the big picture. I made misguided mistakes and even ones out of anger, impulse, and even a loss of self-control. And for crying out loud, a message to my past self. If you see a post that says "Wearing a dress is not courage, trying to survive in the middle of a battle is", do not repost it! I have realized so many things about that sentence that no longer make sense, in light of the fact that many, including parents, still fight any lgbtqi+ tendencies they find.
There was a point where I questioned the path I took, where I learned of concepts that made no sense, and yet it seemed I'd be damned if I did not play along, and just accepted that everyone is valid. Then someone I probably should not name got triggered when I mentioned a book about sexuality to them, as they began raging about the very thing I questioned myself about, even though the book in question made little to no reference to said topic. In the end, I had to make a decision, because to me, it seemed that I would doom the progress I made for the illusion of awareness about how the real world works, and in the end, I'd be just as toxic as this person was, and still is, about things neither my or their business.
I realized the reason our movement still must fight, and if we are to riot, we are to repeat both the very riots that started this, and the riots of last year, because reasoning simply does not work, then a riot there will be. I just hope we will never need to riot in the end. But riots happen, because there is injustice in this world. And such injustices need to be adressed, need to be taken accountable. And again, reasoning is pointless with those far too set in thier ways. Those seeking to silence us had their chance. And they may yet have another. We do not want a repetition of the last 4 years. And we're glad someone else took charge. But this event does not mean that we're all good and done. Those seeking to silence us are still out there, brooding in their momentary defeat, planning their next moves, and often violating buildings that logically shouldn't be due to how guarded they are. And they will find another leader to try and regress America for their own benefit. There are very real issues in america that need addressing. The American Dream is dying because of the very people who claim to uphold it.
They cry about "their rights being violated" "their freedom of speech taken away" "their freedoms likewise", when they were the ones taking away our rights, our freedoms, including speech, treating us like garbage essentially, not wanting to acknowledge our existence because it would pull them away from their comfort zones. In their delusion of grandeur and their victim complex, they paint themselves as the victims, when the truth is, they are the aggressors. They pose as revolutionaries and rebels against the "gay maffia", when in reality, their system chained us to their design. They try desperately to tell the world they are the good guys, when every action they have taken against us are ones villains would pull not against the heroes, but against the innocent bystanders who could not fight back. Every riot on our side is us fighting back for ages of discrimination and dehumanization, and every fire the price of ignorance. WE are the real rebels, the true resistance. We are the ones with the reason and the right to speak out, to make ourselves visible, to fight for what is rightfully ours, our freedoms, our lives, our rights, and our place in society that has been denied for far too long to forgive under the circumstances we're still forced to live in.
I was raised christian. I made the mistake of joining them in desperation. And when I was faced with the reality of it, I quit. I always questioned the faith, it never made much sense to me. But that was the world I lived in. And as I aged, going from Agnostic to full Atheistic, I swore never to return. I have not yet broken that oath, and I do not intend to for any reason. For it gave me no solace, no sollutions to my problems, but instead gave me more issues and mortally repulsed me. Some choose to keep their faith and live by relaxed morals. I respect them, so long as they do not harass people over it. I myself can't bring myself to, knowing what I know, experiencing what I had.
But there's another story I must tell. And I am sure many of you also experienced such horrors. I am a man, yes, but it is true that even I am not safe from sexual harassment. And as a boy, I was often harassed quite sexually by around 5 boys total, most of whom repeat offenders in fact. I guess this did not help my initial treatment of LGBT folk in my phobic years, and my mother would question "why would I side with those whom hurt me so badly?" but the truth is, being gay and being a rapist are two separate concepts, and I am sure my sexual harassment was not done for attraction reasons, but to humiliate me, to break me. To overpower me. Because that's what all rape is about, and I had learned that heterosexual individuals are capable of using "gay methods" to bully, to harass, to overpower others. The savagery in my school was terrible, and you see why I seek social life online, instead of the city that gave me little to nothing. By now, I learned to separate my sexual harassment experiences from the lgbt community. I was misguided, but found the truth. And here I am, standing for those who are really suffering all the more because such people exist, because they are continously associated with said rapists. And sadly, barely anyone bothers to differentiate the two. I was borderline raped in the middle of the night, making me hate dormatories for life, but my determination to stand for those blamed for the incident has never been stronger now that I faced just how much hate WE still get. And I fear that our battle is only just begun. We will not back down. And we will never surrender! We will fight the good fight until society acknowledges us and accepts us for real, and we can finally go beyond the prejudices painted on us by years of theocratic governing,
I believe hate and discrimination towards the lgbt+ is pointless, useless, and a waste of time and emotional energy that could've gone towards bettering oneself. It is as they say: they would rather notice the splinters in the other one's eyes, and ignore the plank in their own. Except this time... is there any splinters at all?
June is known as LGBTQI+ Pride Month, a commemoration not only where we are in human rights as the western society, but also a commemoration of 1969's Stonewall Riots, an uprising in response to the constant violation of gay clubs, and centuries of undeserved torment and shame, basically giving rise to the LGBTQI+ Movement in America and other countries. Hostility and disdain towards homosexual, bisexual, and transgendered fellows still lingers inn society, and many seek to defeat our movements even today to justify treating us as less than second rate citizes, as nothing more than a sickness that "needs to be cured or purged", as a "lustful sin". Those who do not understand us, and refuse to listen, will try to silence us, often with violence, and that is not to be forgiven.
I myself am an autistic bisexual enthusiast of sex, and consider myself polyamorous. I joined the Furry Fandom a different person. I was unaware of the truth, and instead, was guilty of barking the same religious dogma at people who showed support for lgbtqi+ rights. When I realized that some of my friends, the best one, were the thing I was taught to hate, I had to step back and rethink my life.
By declaring myself a furry, I agreed to the terms that came with it. And it has been a long road thus far. I made mistakes, made bad, even toxic choices, and even proved that I do not undestand the big picture. I made misguided mistakes and even ones out of anger, impulse, and even a loss of self-control. And for crying out loud, a message to my past self. If you see a post that says "Wearing a dress is not courage, trying to survive in the middle of a battle is", do not repost it! I have realized so many things about that sentence that no longer make sense, in light of the fact that many, including parents, still fight any lgbtqi+ tendencies they find.
There was a point where I questioned the path I took, where I learned of concepts that made no sense, and yet it seemed I'd be damned if I did not play along, and just accepted that everyone is valid. Then someone I probably should not name got triggered when I mentioned a book about sexuality to them, as they began raging about the very thing I questioned myself about, even though the book in question made little to no reference to said topic. In the end, I had to make a decision, because to me, it seemed that I would doom the progress I made for the illusion of awareness about how the real world works, and in the end, I'd be just as toxic as this person was, and still is, about things neither my or their business.
I realized the reason our movement still must fight, and if we are to riot, we are to repeat both the very riots that started this, and the riots of last year, because reasoning simply does not work, then a riot there will be. I just hope we will never need to riot in the end. But riots happen, because there is injustice in this world. And such injustices need to be adressed, need to be taken accountable. And again, reasoning is pointless with those far too set in thier ways. Those seeking to silence us had their chance. And they may yet have another. We do not want a repetition of the last 4 years. And we're glad someone else took charge. But this event does not mean that we're all good and done. Those seeking to silence us are still out there, brooding in their momentary defeat, planning their next moves, and often violating buildings that logically shouldn't be due to how guarded they are. And they will find another leader to try and regress America for their own benefit. There are very real issues in america that need addressing. The American Dream is dying because of the very people who claim to uphold it.
They cry about "their rights being violated" "their freedom of speech taken away" "their freedoms likewise", when they were the ones taking away our rights, our freedoms, including speech, treating us like garbage essentially, not wanting to acknowledge our existence because it would pull them away from their comfort zones. In their delusion of grandeur and their victim complex, they paint themselves as the victims, when the truth is, they are the aggressors. They pose as revolutionaries and rebels against the "gay maffia", when in reality, their system chained us to their design. They try desperately to tell the world they are the good guys, when every action they have taken against us are ones villains would pull not against the heroes, but against the innocent bystanders who could not fight back. Every riot on our side is us fighting back for ages of discrimination and dehumanization, and every fire the price of ignorance. WE are the real rebels, the true resistance. We are the ones with the reason and the right to speak out, to make ourselves visible, to fight for what is rightfully ours, our freedoms, our lives, our rights, and our place in society that has been denied for far too long to forgive under the circumstances we're still forced to live in.
I was raised christian. I made the mistake of joining them in desperation. And when I was faced with the reality of it, I quit. I always questioned the faith, it never made much sense to me. But that was the world I lived in. And as I aged, going from Agnostic to full Atheistic, I swore never to return. I have not yet broken that oath, and I do not intend to for any reason. For it gave me no solace, no sollutions to my problems, but instead gave me more issues and mortally repulsed me. Some choose to keep their faith and live by relaxed morals. I respect them, so long as they do not harass people over it. I myself can't bring myself to, knowing what I know, experiencing what I had.
But there's another story I must tell. And I am sure many of you also experienced such horrors. I am a man, yes, but it is true that even I am not safe from sexual harassment. And as a boy, I was often harassed quite sexually by around 5 boys total, most of whom repeat offenders in fact. I guess this did not help my initial treatment of LGBT folk in my phobic years, and my mother would question "why would I side with those whom hurt me so badly?" but the truth is, being gay and being a rapist are two separate concepts, and I am sure my sexual harassment was not done for attraction reasons, but to humiliate me, to break me. To overpower me. Because that's what all rape is about, and I had learned that heterosexual individuals are capable of using "gay methods" to bully, to harass, to overpower others. The savagery in my school was terrible, and you see why I seek social life online, instead of the city that gave me little to nothing. By now, I learned to separate my sexual harassment experiences from the lgbt community. I was misguided, but found the truth. And here I am, standing for those who are really suffering all the more because such people exist, because they are continously associated with said rapists. And sadly, barely anyone bothers to differentiate the two. I was borderline raped in the middle of the night, making me hate dormatories for life, but my determination to stand for those blamed for the incident has never been stronger now that I faced just how much hate WE still get. And I fear that our battle is only just begun. We will not back down. And we will never surrender! We will fight the good fight until society acknowledges us and accepts us for real, and we can finally go beyond the prejudices painted on us by years of theocratic governing,
I believe hate and discrimination towards the lgbt+ is pointless, useless, and a waste of time and emotional energy that could've gone towards bettering oneself. It is as they say: they would rather notice the splinters in the other one's eyes, and ignore the plank in their own. Except this time... is there any splinters at all?
