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Stonewall to D.C.


After coming out in seventh grade, I was the "it" girl to come out to when my friend whispered to me that he liked boys the first thing I did was warn him to finish gym first so he didn't get the shit beat out of him he got pushed down the stairs anyways, but for something else entirely. I've stopped attending the GSA at my school because these teenagers fill me with so much anger they believe being gay is watching RuPaul, hooking up with each other and sometimes protesting at the capitol for anti-bulling laws or the right to pay higher taxes with another person in lawful wedlock. These people- my people don't know their own history, think that right now we're fighting the good fight for the first time. I want to watch these slacktivists tell that our battle has just started to people like Leslie Feinberg: Butch woman raped in jail for dressing like a man after the Stonewall Riots. America was more anti-gay than the Warsaw Nations more homophobic than racist beating us up helped some assholes be colorblind. I do not, I do not, I do not think this was progress. In Stonewall a bar was raided everyone dressed in the 'wrong gender' was arrested and most were assaulted or raped in jail there were no police arrests. And I don't know about you but- I would not trust a a marriage license to protect me against police battons. Twenty minutes from my home a man pulled a knife on Cece McDonald for being black and transitioning and when she hit him with a bottle was charged with manslaughter and not self defense. the court ruled: a swatstika tattoo did not indicate bigotry three assault priors did not indicate violent tendencies but they assumed that she was asking for it like a woman, but sentanced her like a man to an all men jail. where the hell is the justice in that? so if the court lets us marry or not marry fine. we will eventually win that battle. we have fought much harder for less recognition. For our hardest battle yet- is the recognition of us, of ALL of us, regardless of what binary, non-binary, or non-traditional self identity we may hold, as people with all equal rights under the law and as citizens in the eyes of the majority because every time I stay too late in the city I hold my breath and hope that Stonewall or Cece won't happen to me and nobody should need to live in fear of persecution.
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