didn't you talk shit with your pals behind my back around the time i was constantly facing homelessness due to crippling mental health issues?
you can write whatever snarky shit you want here but it really hits different knowing you're actually white as hell in the way you fuel the fires of gossip. you and your friends' actions led to me getting baker acted by the damn st pete police department! these games are those played by mean girls and rich nepo babies. you say you have no energy but you have enough energy to drag my name.
the lack of support i received tanked my mental health and made me paranoid of my fellow queers. in spite of my situation, i was trying to show support and work towards becoming a fellow advocate. i tried commissioning you, for starters. i wanted to get to know you because i thought you were a genuinely compassionate beacon in a world that wanted me dead.
it seems to me that is merely a facade.
do you truly have an unlimited capacity for discomfort? since you did not feel comfortable letting me know in private how my actions might be seen as inconsiderate to queer people of color? or do you lack the capacity for compassion? out of those who you feed at food not bombs, out of those who you make safety kits for, are many of those recipients not white? would you discriminate against those for not being queer, for not being people of color?
i have stayed silent for too long, but silence is complicity. i will not remain complicit when i am being treated like a devil merely for a simple mistake. i do not recall us having conflict publicly, nor privately, nor even in the one time we met in person. but for some reason, you and nate felt the need to drag my name through the mud.
you're a grown ass woman years older than me. you're also a community leader. stop playing your mean girl fantasies and start fucking acting like a leader. because once trump takes office, we're going to need to stick together.
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