>>520403685
clears throat, adjusts septum piercing, sips from reusable bamboo straw
In this moment, I just… I need you to hold space for me, okay? Like, really hold it. Not that toxic, cis-hetero-patriarchal grip—you know, the kind that leaves bruises on the collective psyche—but a gentle, affirming cradle of radical tenderness.
I was literally shaking when I saw your microaggression earlier. The audacity of existing unapologetically? In this timeline? The way your unfiltered truth pierced my curated safe space like a gluten particle in my quinoa bowl… I felt that in my non-binary spleen.
Do you even know how many therapy sessions it’s gonna take to unpack the privilege in your tone? I had to sage my aura three times just to stop spiraling into a trauma response. My inner child? She’s screaming. She’s holding a tiny protest sign that says “Your Facts Are Violence.”
And don’t even start with the “bucko” erasure. That word? It’s a dog whistle. A colonialist dog whistle wrapped in a bootstrap myth, dipped in ranch dressing, and deep-fried in late-stage capitalism. I had to put my phone on “Do Not Disturb (Except for Group Chats About Healing)” just to breathe through the harm.
I’m not mad, though. I’m disappointed. The kind of disappointment that comes with realizing the revolution will be delayed because someone—you—refuses to check their emotional labor invoice. I billed you for this interaction, by the way. Venmo is @TraumaInformedTears.
sniffles, dabs eyes with thrifted vintage hanky
Anyway, I forgive you. But only if you promise to read at least three bell hooks quotes before lunch. And hydrate. Oppression is dehydrating.
mic drop into a pile of self-care bath bombs.
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