I’m not an Activist

Let me rephrase, I don't want to be an activist. But when you exist at an intersection of marginalised identities, the world doesn’t give you that choice.

I am a genderfluid asexual aroflux polyamorous lesbian (those are a lot of identities, I know). When I come out to people, I have to explain each of my identities and tell them why I chose my “lifestyle”. I often fantasise about giving people the middle finger and telling them to fuck off and google shit, but I always take deep breaths and explain.

I always have to provide justifications for who I am. My life and that of my friends are constantly a topic of discussion on social media among people who forget that there are human beings behind those labels.

Being marginalised means that I never get the chance to just be. The world doesn’t make space for me to not care about politics because my body, my sexual orientation, and my gender identity are constantly politicized. I have to speak up for me, for women, and my queer siblings because if I don’t advocate for a better life for us, who will?

Minority groups don’t get to just exist, we must be saints and we must be activists. I want out.

Oh and I’m agnostic too.