It's not usual for me to post more than once a month, but someone on my org's Tumblr sent an anonymous ask wanting to know what it was like being doxxed and how it's affected my life, and it didn't seem appropriate to post there so I figured I'd post it here, since it seemed interesting to write about and it could provide a utility to those in the same situation.
I was born and raised in the glorious pacific northwest. I never had any nationalistic feelings towards it, that felt silly, but I would be lying if I didn't say that the deciduous woods weren't beautiful. The trees that line the highways. The deer and coyotes that poked their heads into the cities now and then. The vast pacific ocean, and the Puget sound that I had visited countless times to go walk the beach.
Last week we held my organization, Beyond the Plus', first monthly socials, and there was a lot to unpack. In a good way!
I knew the day would come where I'd be blacklisted from an event, I just didn't know it'd be so soon.
This is gonna be a bit of a preaching to the choir, depending on who ends up reading this. I always see the way people talk about us and wanna stand up for this community, but I don't want to bring the negative attention towards me. Violet thought making a blog post about it would be a good best of both worlds.
I suppose I really don't have a right to complain about when social media platforms ban me. It's not like it's a human right to make posts on the internet, and there are people out there who have less and don't complain, but I still have the right to be upset about discrimination like this.
I regret not making a post about this at the beginning of the month, so posting it at the end of the month seemed like the appropriate thing to do.
I know it's not like me to push out so many blog posts in succession, but this is a topic important to me that I wanted to write about and that I talk about a lot: division.
Last night I met up with someone who had never met other MAPs before, but it wasn't just us, it was with my other friends too. Someone who felt alone a day ago now has friends that they can talk to about anything, people they can go to the bar with, or go to the park with, or whatever.
Alice Day was yesterday, and I forgot to make a post about it. I guess I was just too busy to remember, but busy doing what? Hosting an Alice Day picnic of course!