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My family kicked me out of their group chat over two years ago, and yet they still wonder why I don't feel like part of their family.
They have had the power to invite me back during those two years. They have chosen not too. Why? Because I'm a queer leftist who refuses to allow bullshit, even with family. Even when my closest family members see that, oh yeah, I'm still not there and that's because of them, not me, and even when they see my hurt at being excluded from everything, still, they do not invite me back.
You wanna know why I don't feel like part of my own family? This is the biggest reason why. I'm the only one (my spouse didn't join) who was excluded, I'm the only one who remains excluded.
And yet my family has the nerve to wonder why I do not feel like part of them, especially after two years of avoidance, neglect, and basic exclusion. They all have the power to invite me back. They don't. Because they don't see me. They never have. They never will.
So no, I don't have a supportive family. I don't get to know what goes on with my own family, until the very last second and with absolutely no choice. I have no say in what takes part in family events, and when I don't know what's going on, everyone confidently and conveniently forgets why, and just pretends it's okay.
I say all this as a reminder to everyone who vote against their queer family members, and who will continue to do so, while pretending they care about those same family members.
You don't care. If you did, you would actually try to care. But you don't, do you? Y'all never do. Y'all never did.
And then y'all wonder why I get so angry, so hurt, when you pretend we're actually one of the good families, the better one.
You aren't, fam. Not until one of you actually invites me back. Because without me, like me or not, your family group will always be incomplete. I'm part of your family, at least until y'all finally just cut me out, which I know is coming. Why else would y'all do this to me?
Like it matters. None of you read what I write or watch what I say. None of you give a shit about me or what I have to give or create. I could write a suicide note here and no one would even see it. If you even came to my funeral at all.
"Why don't you feel like you're part of this family?"
You. You are why.
Never ask me again. Ever. Fuck off. I never know what is going on because you lot made it that way, and on purpose. Stop pretending.
Terry is my real family. They always have been. Even when my family has never helped, Terry always has. Terry is my true family, my home, my hearth.
The only one I see different is Heather, because Heather and her kids come as close to blood family as I can get with y'all, much to your collective chagrin. She at least tries. She really does. This isn't really about her, honestly.
But to those for whom it does matter, you will never see this, never read it, never care. But I needed to get it out of my body, so I can try to heal from it.
But I'll never forget. And I'll never forgive. Ever.
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This channel is censoring me for calling this out, so I'm gonna keep doing so until one of my comments sticks.
"One three eight eight five seven five two one nine" is a tattoo found on one of these cops. I'd recommend y'all look those numbers up in sequence and find out what they mean, instead of trying to shut me up because you don't like it. These are the people who are supposed to protect all of us, and yet this one cop can blatantly and proudly flash such a thing on a daily basis to people she's supposed to protect. These are our heroes??
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LEAVE DOGE ALONE, YOU PAEDO, RAPIST, RACIST, POS OF A WASTED ORGASM!!
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Just saw a video with a cop that had this tattooed on her arm:
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Tell me again that all cops aren't bastards and I'll remind you again that that tattoo not only exists, was allowed to be put on a law enforcement officer's skin, and is also allowed to be shown to the public on a daily basis.
Again, look the numbers up. I'm being censored on the channel that hosts the video, so I sharing the info here. It's fucking messed up.
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History is once again repeating. This was happening a hundred years ago, too.
Have we learnt nothing?
Well, now we're here. Y'all always wanted to know or prove how you would have acted during the worst times during the first two world wars; now that the third is coming, gird up.
I'm aware I will be the first to go. I'm trans, queer, and disabled. No one cares about people like me. But please try to remember people like me, if not me (because I know I suck).
Please, Canada. I am begging you not to repeat the mistakes of our past, as well as repeat the mistakes of the States. I am begging you to continue to be the free haven that the States will never be.
Please...
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This is my message to all the people who not only voted for Trump, but to those who threw away your votes to make a stupid point instead of voting strategically and saving the world.
To all of you: go to hell. Immediately. You just destroyed the world for everyone but your precious selves. You have killed us all.
To my fellow protestors, queers, and all who knew better and voted properly: this is not for you.
But for the rest of you, this is very much for you. Sit and spin on it til you rot.
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Y'all fucked up real good.
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New short: To Live or not to Live: asking whether or not I should try what used to be called "Hangouts" again.
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"People ignore your negativity because the algorithm likes happy."
No, people ignore my negativity because I'm saying shit they don't want to hear, because if they did, they would actually have to change and grow up.
I've been saying shit for decades that only now are being said by the pretties of the world, and I'm fucking sick of it.
I'm changing my name to Cassandra, fuck this.
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Old camera, new hair.
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Mostly videos that star my dog(s), cat(s), family events, or unscripted, unedited ramblings. Why are still you here?
I read, I write, and I rage.