Here’s the thing, I know that I’ve still got racist and sexist and even heteronormative beliefs and ideas in me. My upbringing makes that inevitable. I try my hardest to identify those things and to not let them affect my actions or speech, but I’m not always successful. So if/when I ever do say or do something that is problematic and oppressive, I hope that someone else tells me to cut that shit out and never say/do it again.
As recently as a couple years ago I thought rape jokes were funny. And they are not. Sweet fucking Jesus they are not.
I educated myself and changed. I also firmly got told, “No girl, no.”
Maybe I’m just arguing with myself here. I suppose I just want to make it clear that I don’t think I’m some perfect white person who’s got it all figured out. Because I sure as fuck do not. I just know what it’s like to have that mindset because I used to have that mindset. I used to think racist caricatures were funny. I used to think sexist jokes were funny.
But I never really thought gay jokes were funny. Because they hurt. Strange how that works…
