Written: 9/23/2012
The Good Men Project has an article up, that I’ve touched upon before:
Sometimes I’m so exhausted that I can’t read another hate crime horror story or risk walking down a city street holding the hand of my boyfriend because, in the back of my mind, I have to think: is it worth it? Am I going to be safe? And oddly enough, it’s not really the physical violence that scares me. It’s the words.
The truth of the matter is, I’m tired too. Tired of having to protect myself, even when I should be able to just be myself.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get past that, the self-protection mode is one that comes easily, and one that I default to. I hope to be able to move past that, but until then, I’ll continue on, unbeknownst to most why I always appear so tired.
All my best,
The King of Spades
