My bitterness says, if all I wanted was pity, I wouldn't have gone through all this because pity is a cheap currency that leaves me hollow and small.
But what if the value of honesty is not determined by how it's received? What if vulnerably revealing myself, exposing my scars, speaking unspeakable pain, unearthing the depth of how my body and personhood have been violated are inherently rebellious acts that cannot be measured by their results? What if speaking the truth in all its messiness and nuances is an act that resists the ways of this world reguardless of whether people choose to listen or be transformed by the truth? What if saying no, even if it's ignored, is an instance that I am human, that I have autonomy, that my body is mine, that I refuse your unwelcome touch?
If my speaking up and facing those who dehumanize me has not changed hearts or minds, if my intentions or desires are not the fruits I get to harvest from my action, does that make silence or inaction better? I should know by now that the answer is fuck no. The arbitrators of my humanity become less arbitrating the moment I speak up and reveal their delusions. It's not their recognition or stamp of approval that makes me human. It's my insistance on my humanity and refusal to comply with their denial of my humanity that makes me human.
Just as the oppressed do not need their oppressors to recognize and codify our status as humans when we already are human and just as we do not beg our rulers to allow us the right to live, we simply do. We live, we exist, we build, we liberate ourselves first and foremost, without care for our enemies' incapacity to see us let alone their fucking permission. We fight anything that gets in the way of our ability to live as full human beings without waiting for our enemies to stop subjugating us. We stop becoming objects of domination the minute we begin to verb. That in and of itself is a liberatory act, no matter the result.
You are far from my enemy. Your refusal to see my humanity or to treat me as such are of no consequence to the fact that I am a human being who refuses to be dominated. It's of no consequence whether my refusal or my expression of pain touch your heart, penetrate your ear cannal, are translated into your brain or inspire you to change. My pain is not something to be consumed for your inspiration. My choices to act on my values and own up when failing to do so are not spectacles. My refusal and standing up for myself and courage to face you are the verbs that make me a subject that you no longer have the power to objectify.
















