Despite how a lady at the bookstore “struggled with” my pronouns and bounced off “he” several times before settling on “they” cause apparently she couldn’t bring herself to say “she.”
Shit’s hard out there.
Despite how a lady at the bookstore “struggled with” my pronouns and bounced off “he” several times before settling on “they” cause apparently she couldn’t bring herself to say “she.”
Shit’s hard out there.
It really do be like that.
People really out here thinking they have the authority to decide who we are. Like, sometimes it’s just a slip, like, it’s not what they’re expecting and they have to remind them selves, but, like, sometimes, it feels like they’re trying negotiate, walk us back.
“Oh you haven’t earned that. You haven’t put enough effort in to claim that. You’re not really that because I don’t feel like it.”
sometimes it’s absolutely intentional, and it hurts, like, I’m not asking you for anything, I’m telling you who I feel like I am, I’m trying my best to preform with what I have, and you’re rejecting that because apparently my feelings don’t matter, but you hang ups do.