I would much
rather be alone then with someone that makes me feel alone, or worse still
forces me to hide who I am. I discovered this the very hard way. I discovered
all too easily how cruel the world could be. When finding out more about
myself, my gender representation and my sexuality I also discovered how closed
minded people can be. I found myself being judged enormously on something that
is only a small part of myself. People who know nothing of my life, my goals,
my likes and dislikes, the way I act in social situations, any number of things
that perfect strangers didn’t know about me, and they would judge me
regardless. What people don’t seem to understand is that gender identities and
sexualities seem to dictate a lot about the rest of your life. People tend to
assume that its something you are fine with. Its something that you have
chosen, and its not a behavior, its you and all of you, and there is nothing you
can do about it. That is the crippling reality of it all.
I remember
my first day at my second college, daunting as it was already, we were given a
table to sit on. A girl was told to sit next to me and looked absolutely horrified about it. I was quickly changed to sit on a table with mostly guys. I
liked that a lot better, although I always find myself a little intimidated by
bigger social groups of men. Its a lot easier to be labelled as ‘the girl’ and
a lot harder to dominate conversation to avert your masculinity. Either way, I wasn't nearly as judged, although men can be just as bad. Once they know I am not
a potential fuck they seem to stop all conversation, as if that was the sum of
all my worth to them as a woman. I sound like a bit of an angry feminist right
now, but i see it as the cold stone truth.
I also
noticed that the more overly feminine girls and gay guys trying their absolute
hardest not to make eye contact with me. I never understood feminine gay guys
hating on butch women, aren’t we all part of the same community, just at
different ends of the spectrum? They mock me for looking like a man when they
get hate for looking like women, why!?
Anyway, my female friend accidentally touched my leg and then said sorry. We both thought
absolutely nothing of it, why would we? But when i looked up a girl on our
table was just staring wide eyed, shocked that my friend was so comfortable
with me. I can only assume she was amazed that I hadn't’t raped her right there
and then. So that’s another reason i don’t like people. I also hate people that feel they can talk to me when in small groups but avoid me when they are with
their friends. That’s brutal. They are embarrassed to be seen with me. This
frustrates me to no end, because I know that if I looked a little different I
would be a lot more popular then I am now. Not that I ever wanted to be
popular, it is a social construct that I don’t care for too much. The popular people’s
friends hate them, making the unpopular kids more popular because their friends
tend to be more genuine. I think I just mind fucked myself, but I know that I’m
right, I mean, I’m really onto something here...but my point still stands. Just
by being gay I eliminate a lot of people that otherwise would like me, and that
makes me hate them.
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