My Emancipation

I still frequent Facebook. There are some people there worth keeping up to date with. It is still very relevant where I come from. Not necessarily with gen z but millennials and older are still very much on it. And many things still go viral on Facebook.

So a bisexual friend of mine, who's married and has come out to his wife about his sexuality mind you, had the audacity to leave a comment making fun of a transgender individual tying the knot akin to Hindu South Indian customs to a man. This trans individual also had facial hair and looked like they were presenting as non binary which I believe invited the slew of queerphobic comments. I am also being  a tad bit presumptuous as she may also identify as a trans woman.

All that was to simply preface my anecdote.

Now, my emancipation comes in the form of being able to block someone on Facebook.

And as I age, I do not stall. The click is exceptionally prompt.

Especially when I see a queerphobic rhetoric. It doesn't even have to be explicit queerphobia.

And that gives me an overwhelming sense of catharsis.

So often

 I have to talk myself off the ledge.

All the time.

I would never jump because I am too scared.

I hope there comes a time in my life when ledge is a little further away.

Because it has been very close the past couple of years.

I've learn to deal but alas it is isn't ideal to say the least.

But all so I don't jump.

I won't.

But the ledge is near.