The Curbside Prophet
I am a mid-twenties avid intersectional feminist, advocate, fighter, counselor, and friend. I will be graduating from Bucknell University in May with degrees in Psychology and Women’s & Gender Studies. I work with survivors of sexual assault and other trauma, and I fix computers for a living.
I often blog about what it is like to live at the intersections of a few different mental illnesses, queerness, and sexuality, along with posts about sexism, racism, rape culture, and LGBT rights. There is a trigger warning for these on my entire blog. You will see posts about depression, eating disorders, PTSD, panic disorder, and fat activism. This has been my safe space for four years now, and I reserve the right to ask you to leave it if necessary.
Welcome to my life.
Steven was just here for a whole entire week and it was awesome.
He left today, which is less than awesome.
Cause he’s not my boyfriend cause that doesn’t work for me. We’re not a “straight couple” in that I’m not straight and a “straight couple” assumes straightness for both parties. I call him my partner because we’re significantly more serious than a casual boyfriend/girlfriend, so I don’t feel like it’s justified to call him my “boyfriend”. We’re not at the point where we’re engaged or married, so what the fuck am I supposed to call him?
Please know that my ‘Keep on rolling like nothing ever happened.’ response was made in despair and (what I feel to be) a relatively honest critique of what happens when something fucking asinine happens. We all get up in arms and then a week later, it’s just back to business as usual.
I don’t have more spoons for this tonight, but damage control had to be done.
And I have found the reason I need to finally unfriend you. I couldn’t of asked for it to come at a better time.
