It is through this resistance that I may identify my ‘dis-abledness’ as interconnected with ‘who I am’: as an embodiment of decolonial resistance.
Here, “trans” is the verb my Madness takes as I refuse to engage in the project of cisheteronormative social life.
Defective in body, in gender, in desire. / Misunderstood like the movie monster.
I omitted the explanation that I am asexual and aromantic, but I didn’t want to enter into a discussion with a professional that could pathologize me further, especially with the queerphobic atmosphere I perceived, so I let it be.
Asexuality is not a mental illness, but if you’re a depressed and anxious demisexual just trying your best, blaming your sexuality that you’ve suddenly started talking about on mental illness can worsen queer imposter syndrome.
Looking back, I understand it better now. I was being taught how to be “attractive.” And I was being taught how to be alloromantic and straight.
rehearse your own desirability to yourself, you are not broken / your love is powerful, most people have never experienced it
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