The past few days there had been a large flow of anti-feminists, men's rights activists, racists, assholes, you name it. And a few things were consistant, the mocking of posts I write with particular groups of people, the kindest my words were, the more thoughtful I was, the angrier they were.
But also, the weird assumptions that I complain all the time, that I am this weak and broken person who cannot handle the world. Through the mocking of my posts celebrating Autistic people (as a response to their mocking), my post encouraging people of color to throw away a beauty standard created and upheld by white people (as a response to their racism) and my post defending people with PTSD, and the use of trigger warnings (as a response to their mocking and with any and all person that could have PTSD, yes, soldiers were on my mind, but every day people too), I was asked again and again why it is that I am never happy.
The purpose of this page is to converse about all sort of subjects that affect all sort of groups of people that experience all sort of types of oppression, racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, ableism and the list goes on.
And although it's very easy to paint a picture of me as this angry unhappy woman through the screen that you are reading all of these from, I am more than that, and you most likely will never know the extend of me, and that's fine.
So, yes, I smile, I laugh, I love and I'm loved and next week end I'll most likely be bathing in a lake having completely forgotten any and all of the profoundly mean, insensitive, aggressive people that have attempted to remove my smile from my face all white asking me: why are you angry?
~A woman on the internet
