Then go ahead, seriously. Explain to me what it feels like to be oppressed as an LGBTQ individual. Not being sarcastic.
At the core of it, it feels like drowning.
You ever start drowning? You're gasping, barely breaking the surface, treading water I think the term would be, getting enough air to continue your own suffering.
It's a lot like that, you see.
Because oppression, oppression feels an awful lot like you're drowning, and you know what the life guards do? The life guards keep swimming over to you and grabbing your necklace. And what do they do?
They put another stone on it before you swim away.
So you're treading water, you can't catch a break, you're suffering. You can't do anything to help yourself, because you can't find the damn ocean. How do you fight an ocean? So you keep treading that water, drowning, drowning, drowning.
Your lungs are filling up with water, and this is the part where you're losing the will to fight because your society of lifeguards keeps tossing stones on your necklace. They don't want you back on the beach: they want you drowned. They never want to hear from you.
The pain, the pain that someone hates you so much for some stupid *** reason that doesn't matter at all, is strong: pain because they don't even want to
hear you, they just want you
gone. It's cold. It's cold, it's grim.
And you think of your partner on the beach. He keeps trying to swim out to give you some hope, to help you make it through the ocean of troubles you're drowning in, but the lifeguards, they keep holding him back because they hate you all so much. They just want him to suffer, and the shear barbarity of that makes your blood absolutely boil.
As you tread water out there, you know you are alone, even in a sea of drowning people. You can't help each other, because there are so many stones around your neck that you're going to drown unless some of the people on the beach that aren't drowning decide to help you out, decide that you deserve the right to live too.
It's cold, it's barren. Everyone sees you drowning, but no one wants to lend a hand except a small few -- and those guys, they're being held back by everyone else.
Imagine that: even the people that want to help you, they can't, because so many people just baselessly and senselessly hate everything there is to do with you just because of something so trivial.
And it's so damn easy to drown, but you want to keep trying to get back to the shore: because there's people you love, there's things you want to do.
They won't even let you swim to shore properly like the other "normal" people, because they hate you.
How could another person just
hate so much? It hurts, it burns your eyes trying to fathom it. You didn't do anything wrong.
You've done nothing wrong, you can't fight, and they keep trying to see you die.
Tell me I don't understand what it feels like.