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there is such an inherent rage in being queer. not by choice but because other people’s rage is inflicted upon you. and it’s so hard. and i’m so tired. i work twice as hard to achieve half as much decency, which should not be something i can achieve it should be given freely, and no stupid sticker will ever truly encapsulate the immense rage in me, the anger. if i play by the rules and lay down and take it, i betray myself and my community. if i stand against it, i am demonized and harassed and painted as though that is the natural state of a queer person, instead of the truth: i am a response. i am a response to every injustice that has ever been delivered to me. the whole thing is going to make me scream.