I’m tired, sad, and queer.
And all you people offering your thoughts and prayers, you can go fuck yourselves unless you follow them up with action: “Thus also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.” (James 2:17)
I am sick of playing by the rules and doing the right thing while every goddamn day there’s another Black person snuffed out for doing nothing by the very people meant to protect them. I am sick of playing by the rules while rapists are given a slap on the wrist and a stern talking-to so that their athletic careers aren’t ruined. I am sick of playing by the rules while people known to be unstable bigots, known to be on FBI watch lists, continue to easily buy military-grade assault weapons with which they kill massive numbers of people, so that right-wing dumbshits aren’t forced to be bothered to give a fuck about someone other than themselves.
“Passing privilege combined” with bi erasure and femme invisibility means that unless I tell someone “I’m queer” they will probably assume I’m straight. It means that when I come out to people, they don’t get it, I don’t fit the narrative they are used to hearing. It means straight people make jokes about “Spring Break” or “Katie Perry”. It means straight men ask if they can watch. It means that people, both gay and straight, DON’T BELIEVE ME when I say I’m gay. It means coming out over and over and over and over again…sometimes to the same person. It means I get dragged back into the closet every damn day. It hurts every time, but today in light of this already bleeding wound, biphobia and erasure is excruciating.