Okay But Hear Me Out, Unreliable Narrator But Everything Leans Wildly Against Their Favor Because They

Okay but hear me out, unreliable narrator but everything leans wildly against their favor because they beat themselves up and burden themselves with more blame than deserved.

some of you guys when the unreliable narrator is in fact unreliable

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serious post but: seeing how quick white queers are willing to throw people of color who are queer (mainly black and brown folks) under the bus while spouting bigoted rhetoric is not only scary but solidarity only exists when it benefits them or makes them look good. tired of seeing trans folks of color be absolutely terrified and scared they'll be exiled from community for even daring to speak their mind or because they sucked as a person in the past. people gotta realize the world wants to kill marginalized folks, especially if they're poc. you either are with us or not.

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Latest reblog reminds me of how much it pisses me the fuck off how every queer person alive has to adapt to the usamerican style of queerness lest we get shunned by the community for being too different. I bring this up a lot but bro that time I got death threats for having ele/dele in my bio bc "by using neopronouns I was making a mockery of REAL trans people" when those are literally just my pronouns in my native language, and when I said that I got hit w the "well you're on the internet so speak english" I HATE GRINGOS I HATE GRINGOS I HATE GRINGOS

My maternal grandfather was gay and died during the aids epidemic while my mother was still young. I often wonder what impact having a grandfather in the community would have done for my internalized phobias growing up. Would I have come out and been happier sooner? Would I have been able to share in my queerness with a grandfather I never knew if he was around now?

My plushy growing up was a gift from him to my mom, who she then gifted to me. It's like I carried a piece of the grandfather I would never know with me. It's odd how a tragedy that occurred before I was born can impact me now through the past that could have been.

one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess