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- Jan 10, 2022
- 555
(TW: This is gonna touch on themes of exploitation, racism, etc.)
I've been poking around gore/shock forums for... over a decade now. Needless to say, even in those spaces, one cannot escape the harsh reality of being a part of any minority group. I should have expected some of that to be there, but it just... coexists in these communities. Dead and got a pair of tits? They have to see them. Even the mention of a woman in relation to an incident gets a rise out of them. Pray you're not a cute-adjacent young girl, because you are not off-limits. Indian? They LOVE seeing the population decrease. Trans? Slur this and slur that—the world's better off without you. Then, of course, there's the group I fall into: Being Black.
We really are nothing but our skin tone. Our personhood is often overshadowed by the overwhelming focus on our melanin and what that supposedly entails.
BIPOCs are a special category of people who should be observed for vitriol. I'm not even so upset about that type of response from these communities. More so, I'm irritated by the sheer difference in perception and empathy given. If you're some random White dude, you're really gonna win the most sympathy points. You'll be the one everyone connects to. You're the standard. Us? Please!
I've contemplated it intermittently, but at times, I genuinely believe that uniting and eradicating ourselves would be the most beneficial course of action. No more pain, no more suffering, no more ire, detainment, mockery, exploitation, or being the subject of sexual gratification. Freedom, finally. Freedom from existence. From our history. From everyone. From all of you, because we'll never truly be accepted. Even when we intersect with other communities, our identities will fall under a special spotlight of scrutiny. Fuck—we can't even love ourselves.
I've been poking around gore/shock forums for... over a decade now. Needless to say, even in those spaces, one cannot escape the harsh reality of being a part of any minority group. I should have expected some of that to be there, but it just... coexists in these communities. Dead and got a pair of tits? They have to see them. Even the mention of a woman in relation to an incident gets a rise out of them. Pray you're not a cute-adjacent young girl, because you are not off-limits. Indian? They LOVE seeing the population decrease. Trans? Slur this and slur that—the world's better off without you. Then, of course, there's the group I fall into: Being Black.
We really are nothing but our skin tone. Our personhood is often overshadowed by the overwhelming focus on our melanin and what that supposedly entails.
BIPOCs are a special category of people who should be observed for vitriol. I'm not even so upset about that type of response from these communities. More so, I'm irritated by the sheer difference in perception and empathy given. If you're some random White dude, you're really gonna win the most sympathy points. You'll be the one everyone connects to. You're the standard. Us? Please!
I've contemplated it intermittently, but at times, I genuinely believe that uniting and eradicating ourselves would be the most beneficial course of action. No more pain, no more suffering, no more ire, detainment, mockery, exploitation, or being the subject of sexual gratification. Freedom, finally. Freedom from existence. From our history. From everyone. From all of you, because we'll never truly be accepted. Even when we intersect with other communities, our identities will fall under a special spotlight of scrutiny. Fuck—we can't even love ourselves.