A lot of people are confused about my identity(s). They think I’m just some allsexual alloromantic straight White male. Oh, but it’s so much more common than that. With the help of a lot of Twitter blogs, I’ve been figuring out who I really am. It’s been a tough journey with a lot of microaggressions launched against me, a lot of prejudice against me just for my indentities, I’m often simply erased, people accuse me of being part of a fad or a phase, say I’m broken or weird, on and on. Sometimes I wonder how I keep carrying.
One thing that’s for sure about me is I’m a transnigger. I know, I know, I look White, and people have been telling me I’m White my whole life, but I finally figured out that’s a fraud all along. Because really all this time I’ve been nothing but a Goddamned nigger! Not a Black person, mind you. Don’t even try to erase me like that.
Niggers like me are way different from regular Black folks. Plus we get a lot of prejudice. How many times have you heard people say “niggers do this, niggers do that, niggers are like this, niggers are like that, niggers are a pestilence, a plague, an infestation. How would you like to be compared to a Goddamn termite. Come on! I don’t even like the taste of wood. I’ve tried it many times and I’m just not into it.
So here are my identities, and I would really appreciate it if you would not make fun of them or erase me! I especially hate being erased. Ever seen all those people walking around with huge erasers as big as briefcases? Well, those are the erasers. Just for kicks and to be mean, they go around erasing people’s identities. They’re sadists, out and out. They can’t be described any other way. What’s their problem? Don’t they have anything better to do. If I want to identify as a fawn and put spots on my face, that’s my right! Come on, just let people be themselves, ok?
Have you ever been erased? I might be sitting here in a chair typing something on the Net, and some bigot comes along with an eraser as big as a briefcase and starts rubbing at me! And after a while I’m not even there anymore! Do you know hard it is to reconstitute yourself after some mean person wiped you right out of existence just to mean? It takes a while. Usually a couple of hours:
Bob, 62 years old transnigger, nontransabled, pansexual achromatic, transethnic rights enthusiast, soft grunge music, pastel goth appearance, genderqueer digital rights activist, checked privilege, robotic arm transspecies cyborg rights believer, multiple personality sympathizer, asexual psychic medium otherkin male feminist lifestyle, quasi-queer back-to-school looks, raw foods demivegan, justice for queer animal rights supporter, spiritual, skinny runt acceptance.
Now, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t make fun of me! If any of the rest of you have had any experiences with discrimination, bigotry, or maltreatment based on your perfectly valid identities, speak now or forever hold your tongue!