You know what. I have been confused, and scared, and closeted for far over half of my life. I finally figured it out, I finally became confident, I finally came out.
Just for you to try to push me back in the closet?
So yes, actually, I am shoving it down your throat. Until you respect my identity, until you respect my pronouns, until you accept who I am and who I love, I will keep force feeding you this until you stop refusing to to cooperate and accept me.
Because I’m sick of coming out only to stay hidden, be talked over, walked over, have a shadow cast over me, shoved to the side, swept under the carpet with people acting like nothing has changed, like I need to just be okay with everyone acting like it’s some dirty thing that they’d rather die than take part in.
I’m here and I’m queer and I’m proud of that and I’m not fucking going anywhere so you better suck it up and figure out how respect works
I don’t give a single flying fuck if you don’t understand. I’m not asking you to understand, I’m asking you to respect.
I didn’t fucking come out for nothing.