Anyone else feel have triggers preventing them from participating in queer joy? (vent)
I had a rough introduction to a lot of queer stuff. Certainly, thinking that trans woman meant Female-to-Genderless meant I ended up on the shit lists of people I was earnestly trying to understand. (It took ages for me to realise anyone would want to be seen as a man or woman, and I don't think it occurred to anyone I talked to that you could consider yourself genderless without being a TERF). Gay was a slur when I was a kid, and even my gay loved one used it with a narrow meaning that meant you had a gender that was the same as someone else's. It all felt so confusing and painful.
And no matter how much gay and trans joy I try to surround myself with (I am, admittedly, an easily-overstimulated introvert), the pain of old, old, rejection, the fear of doing wrong and hurting people, the sense that I'm other and bad, still lingers.
I wish queerness could be home for me, but instead I feel like something broken and toxic. The feeling of hunching down in my classroom as other kids used my loved one's identity as a slur 25 years ago (small-scared-hurt) hits me every time someone shares their joy.
I'll settle in and focus on their happiness and for a while the hurt lifts, but it's always back the next day. Fuck these old triggers. I want to share joy without constantly pushing through this pain.