I'm a black, non-binary, pansexual, and neurodivergent person
Misunderstanding is the primary ingredient for my depression and internalized oppression
wow it me. I have definitely experienced similar feelings and I wish I could give some great insight, but I don't know. I've always felt either invisible or like a...curiosity(?) thanks to these intersections and my appearance, both to strangers and family, and I have to fight that desire to be hated, because that at least feels like it implies some form of recognition or understanding. That's nonsense of course but it feels real.
Accurate pfp. Maybe I'm in the vast minority but I have heard it used as a slur IRL.
Idk if I have any strong feelings about it getting filtered but that's a bad take