Hi, I’m really sorry to bother but I’m extremely worried about Bri (voltron-and-chill67). The anti-shipper that has been harassing her just posted this a little while ago. Is there a way we can contact Tumblr staff about their suicidal thoughts?
There is. I’m sure you’re familiar with the report function, and you can report a Tumblr user as a danger to themselves. This will alert the staff and resources can be sent their way.
But beyond just doing that, and don’t get me wrong I’m not singling you out here because you haven’t done anything wrong, you know what we can do? Not tell people to kill themselves. Not trivialize it when they say they’ve tried or will try. Or how about we just don’t take fandom and made up characters SO FUCKING SERIOUSLY? Look, I don’t give a single fuck what your thoughts on otayuri are. I don’t care if you’re an anti or one of the biggest shippers on this website. This, what’s happening? This is toxic. I almost lost a friend last night to this toxicity. I almost relapsed myself because of it. In fact, several of our mutual friends were in a similar headspace as me. In other words, much as I love her and was beyond worried about her, and as glad as I am that she’s okay, Brianna wasn’t the only one that could have been a victim here.
Because of one asshole who thought that trivializing suicide because of two made up characters was a good idea.
I’ve been lucky enough not to get antis on my blog, and I’m sure that after posting this, I’ll be getting some, but my point still stands. Otayuri, or any other ship for that matter, is not worth someone’s life.
My disphoria isn’t because of me. I’ve accepted my body as much as I can for now. I’ve had this body for 18 years, and it’s going to stay how it is for a few more. I know this.
My disphoria is because of everyone else. It’s because if I have to go to the wrong damn bathroom one more time, I’m going to scream. It’s because if one more person says “she,” I’m going to tattoo “he” across my forehead. It’s because if one more person says men don’t know the pain of periods, I’m going to turn my bloody pad into a fucking flag. It’s because if one more person looks at my chest to figure out who I am, I’m going to rip these lumps off my chest myself.
My disphoria isn’t because of me. My disphoria is because of everyone else.