I talk about all this stuff in real life.
I'm not just anonymous online.
But I avoided one particular conversation with one particular person, for fear it might affect a huge and important source of my happiness.
The cost/benefit analysis definitely didn't stack up.
I'm not just anonymous online.
But I avoided one particular conversation with one particular person, for fear it might affect a huge and important source of my happiness.
The cost/benefit analysis definitely didn't stack up.
I firmly support everyone's right to safeguard their own wellbeing in certain circumstances, so that they can retain the resilience to fight the things that need to be fought.
If avoiding peaking your next door neighbour allows you the space to do your stuff elsewhere, so be it.
If avoiding peaking your next door neighbour allows you the space to do your stuff elsewhere, so be it.
Pick your battles.
Have a sanctuary somewhere.
Fight what you can, and protect yourself enough that you can find the strength to keep going.
Better to be effective sometimes, than burn out completely.
Have a sanctuary somewhere.
Fight what you can, and protect yourself enough that you can find the strength to keep going.
Better to be effective sometimes, than burn out completely.
Anyway.
The conversation I've avoided, happened. In public, with others listening. I stood up for what I believe, and that awkwardness is still hanging about. I'm feeling worried, disheartened, and a little betrayed. I always hope people I care about will give it some thought.
The conversation I've avoided, happened. In public, with others listening. I stood up for what I believe, and that awkwardness is still hanging about. I'm feeling worried, disheartened, and a little betrayed. I always hope people I care about will give it some thought.
And I'm always hurt when they don't. When they turn away from me and my sex.
But this morning, when I posted something on Facebook, someone I've never discussed this with before, liked my post.
Just one like. One new person. An acquaintance.
Such a tiny thing.
But it was enough
But this morning, when I posted something on Facebook, someone I've never discussed this with before, liked my post.
Just one like. One new person. An acquaintance.
Such a tiny thing.
But it was enough
When you feel disheartened, like nothing is making a difference, or just if you are completely spent, feeling defeated, impotent.
Please do this one thing.
Just 'like' a post somewhere.
That one like might be the difference between another person giving up, or persisting.
Please do this one thing.
Just 'like' a post somewhere.
That one like might be the difference between another person giving up, or persisting.
And all those miniscule, tiny likes, start to build, to a wave. They build to a big picture, where the taboo view of a brave unknown individual gets more likes than the safe, acceptable view of a famous person with huge following.
It all makes a difference.
It all makes a difference.
If all you have the reserves for today, tomorrow, this week
... is to click 'like'?
Do it anyway.
Do that tiny thing.
It ALL matters.
Keep going, friends.
Onwards.
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... is to click 'like'?
Do it anyway.
Do that tiny thing.
It ALL matters.
Keep going, friends.
Onwards.
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