I am sick - no, wrong word, but 'weary' isn't it either - of being called a predator, a monster, a freak with a fetish. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt someone.
The powers that be in my state have declared that I should not exist. Maybe I shouldn't.
Earlier comment. 👇
The powers that be in my state have declared that I should not exist. Maybe I shouldn't.
Earlier comment. 👇
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Jennifer Rose
I wrote a thing. I was offered the chance for it to run online anonymously but I do not have time to sort out the emotional implications. Also, I have an unshakable fear that it would get back to my parents, who refuse to let me come home as Jennifer or be seen in my hometown as Jennifer. 🧵
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One of the most frustrating parts is that I don’t see a way to defend ourselves.
If we make ourselves visible, we’re “shoving it in their faces”
If we go stealth, we’re “hiding the truth”
If we get angry, we’re “still really men”
If we get depressed, we’re “mentally ill”
They want to get rid of us, but we shouldn’t help.
I’m not “hiding the truth,” I’m living a truth you deny
I’m not “really a man,” I’m defending my rights as you try to take them away
I’m not “mentally ill,” I’m traumatised by systemic abuse and discrimination