This isn't up for debate. Stop acting like my life, my pronouns, or who I love is a political talking point you get to weigh in on. The conversation ends here: if you have a genuine problem with what I identify as, how I express myself, or what I’m finally comfortable with, then you are the problem. Not me. Do you have any concept of the internal war it takes to claw your way out of years of self-hatred, suffocation, and silence just to reach this fragile, hard-won peace? I am finally living authentically, finally inhabiting my own skin without the debilitating panic of performance, and that victory—that fundamental right to exist—is non-negotiable.
And yet, people like you, with your sneering commentary, your "prayers," and your systemic rejection, are precisely why this community suffers the way it does. You look at the horrific statistics—the alarmingly disproportionate rates of depression, homelessness, and suicide among LGBTQ+ youth compared to their straight and cisgender peers—and you ask, "Why?" The answer is simple and terrifying: it's the hostility you weaponize. Your casual discomfort and your demand that we hide or change are not benign disagreements; they are acts of emotional violence that stack up until existence feels impossible. We kill ourselves because we are terrified, rejected, and perpetually told that the one thing that makes us feel whole—our authentic self—is wrong, sinful, or a threat to your stability. It is genuinely sickening to watch the hatred paraded as "concern." Get out of my way. My comfort is my survival, and your lack of acceptance is the pathology that must be cured.
