Sora Dies in KH3!

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Character: Haruka Tenoh

Series: Sailor Moon

1. bi women are still bi when they date men and they deserve nothing but affirmation and love

People can literally say anything they want about me on the internet for any reason, including wanting attention or to feel powerful, or feeling entitled to someone else’s time and energy.

I spend all day begging people to click links, do research, and verify information before taking it as gospel. So why is it that suddenly no one can do that anymore once their mother’s friend’s cousin said I pee in the shower, am actually 87 hamsters in a trenchcoat, and they don’t like my face?

If you’re curious about anything, literally just search the blog to see if i have ever said anything about anything you’d like to see if you have a problem with. I’m exhausted. I’ve spent years being the subject of truly bizarre rumormongering, having to make police reports about stalking and threats, having ppl threaten to show up at my old job to “do something about” me, getting spammed with photos of dead bodies plastered with nazi slogans, having people throw my name in my face as if it’s supposed to frighten me, and generally everyone and their grandfather trying to get me stop doing what I’m doing and spend all my time doing anything else.

Make up your **own** mind. Don’t let me or anyone else tell you what to think about anything. Look at the evidence and assess the sources. Don’t “have faith” in me; interpret evidence and make conscious, informed, and engaged decisions. There’s really nothing I can tell you to, I don’t know, reassure you? I’m not in the reassurance business, I’m no good at it. I’m also no good at “convincing” anyone of anything, much less “listen to me and not that other schlub”. That’s absurd.

Don’t prop people up as kings and paragons. Don’t pick a person, and then let them tell you what’s right or wrong. Don’t have “faith”, have doubt. I’d much rather have someone think I’m garbage and believe in this work than the opposite.

If my own behavior, conduct, and work don’t speak for themselves, for good or for ill, I don’t have anything else to give you. I’m literally a person, many of you have met me, seen me speak on panels, are my friends (or even family), or seen me cry because I got stuck in an airport in New Jersey overnight. Several of you have shaken my hand and told me I wasn’t what you were expecting, and I never do seem to be what people are expecting, never have been.

That’s not my problem.

So, I’m going to be here, doing this. You’re free to listen, or not; to like what I say, or not. You’re free to take every bit of information here and do literally whatever you want with it. My humanity and existence as an actual physical, corporeal entity has been frightening, disturbing, confusing, inconvenient, and downright unacceptable to plenty of people for many years. Again, not my problem despite their best efforts to make it so.

I’m going to keep going to the bitter end (although recent events seem to be hastening that end considerably), and I have no plans to be silent as long as anyone still cares.