jpbrammer:

My original intent for this article was to write a thoughtful analysis of the craziness that was Chick-Fil-A appreciation day. But nope. You will get none of that from me. Because I am frustrated, very frustrated, with how this all went down.

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punkcub:

punkcub’s note: The following is a submission I received in response to the mess that this post became. I’m posting it in full because I completely agree with what’s expressed herein.

I usually don’t comment on these threads. Being angry makes me tired, and I just don’t have the energy to make myself angry. Besides, generally people with a better understanding of the issues and better ability to speak on them take care of it.

This one comment just bugged the fuck out of me, though.

owl-recluse:

oh yes because a 5’2” female who can barely lift her lap dog (though she is quite a fatty) is such a threat

grrrr fear the cis white female I’m a threat until proven otherwise

fear me

hear my cis roar

Fuck you.

Being a threat to my existence has nothing to do with your physical presence. If only it were that simple.

You could be the doctor who denies me my medication because my HIV is “divine punishment.” And the forestalls my attempt to get proper treatment by blocking my attempts to call out of your facility and ignoring my personal doctor when he tries to help me.

You could be the teacher who sees me being bullied, but doesn’t do anything because “it’ll straighten him out.”

Or the shop clerk who shames me because I’m a boy looking at make up.

The school superintendent who sees nothing wrong with the high rate of suicide among gay teens in their district because “good riddance.”

You could be the person voting to make sure I am not legally protected from losing my job and home simply for existing.

Or you could be the nurse who has me removed from the psychiatric facility where my partner is after a suicide attempt for “inappropriate behavior.” When I try to complain, I am banned from the facility, and am prevented from contacting him at all.

What was my inappropriate behavior? I kissed him good bye like a romantic partner would.

The threat you pose to me isn’t determined solely by where your fist is in relation to my face.

There are a thousand and more ways you could contribute to the premature end of my life. Don’t act like because you’ve never strapped a gay person to a fence post and set them on fire it somehow makes you a saint.

You are an enemy until you prove to me otherwise. Simply saying that you “love gay people” doesn’t make you my ally(as a matter of fact, saying that would make me assume you aren’t, but that has nothing to do with what I am talking about here).

For me to act otherwise puts me and the people I love at potentially fatal risk.

And fuck you again for not realizing the shit we go through every day. Even though some of us spend our free time patiently explaining to you what we go through. Pointing out the problematic things you say and do. The condescending way you “allow” us to exist as “equal” human beings.

But you stick your fingers in your ears. You talk over us. You take what we say about the people harming us and make it about how your feelings are hurt because “you’re not that way.”

So, I say this again, with all sincerity.

Fuck. You.