I’m getting outta Texas, and I’m getting vocal about how wrong some of the shit going down is. I’m tired of being “civil.” I’m ready to be RUDE in the name of equality.
I attempted discourse with people online who don’t see things the way I do. I know what you’re thinking. “Ashley, they’ll eat you alive!” And they did, but I’d still do it all over again.
Every single time I see someone post something well-meaning that suggests (or overtly endorses) hate as a solution, it hurts. That won’t work. That never works. Hate is no solution. It never has been.
Day in, day out, I find myself trying to make sense of the madness and coming up empty time and again. Because, come on, people. KINDNESS isn’t hard. It really isn’t. Can we please give that a try?
I know how jazzed you are about the idea of reading a whole article on privilege. Probably as jazzed as I am to be writing it. Which is to say, not jazzed at all. Let’s do this.
I’ve been quiet for a while. Let’s not make it a thing. Yeah, I know. I brought it up. Okay. Fine. If you insist. Where does one find attractive lesbians who are cool with trans chicks?
Coming out has been mostly positive, at least in the places where it matters the most. My friends have been fucking awesome, and not one person has cornered me and called me a freak.
We like the idea of control, but we don’t have any. We SO don’t. We just comfort ourselves with the illusion of control. Things keep changing, but it’s okay. I keep changing with ’em.
A lot has happened in the last two months. Like, a shit ton. Which, when you think about it, can’t be any more than a normal ton. As a unit of measurement, it fails. And yet, here we are.