are you nobody, too?
Since this living autotheory still multitasks as a dating profile, it’s important to note that if you’re a foreign woman in search of a Green Card, a foreign man pretending to be a woman in search of an Apple Gift Card, or otherwise have ill-intent in contacting me, I have a zero tolerance policy and will simply delete your message and block you without a reply.
If you choose to purposefully misunderstand me— in an effort to have the very act of responding to you in defence of myself provide illusory validation to you and what you hold true— I’ll delete your email and block you without reply.
Attempting to debate wether or not vulnerable minority groups have the right to exist, or if human beings have the right to exist as they were born, will not be entertained. Bigotry is not an opinion.
I’m a helper searching for helpers, not looking to be convinced of why your hate is valid, or why your father/priest/cult-leader rapidly rubbing his index finger up and down against his pursed, fluttering lips really makes a lot of sense if I’ll just hear him out. I’m not interested in your beliefs, or the shared stories of your organization that exclude, hinder, or hurt.
I’m interested in the restoration of what was, before we learned to lie— before we replaced it with what required constant maintenance to exist.
You are the mouth of a river; a confluence of all who have passed through your life, shaping neural tributaries that merge and surge toward the sea of your unfolding moment. You are forever there— with us all— in a place never chosen and never to be returned to.