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To The Gender-Critical Crowd: I Am Sorry
Really.
Dear haters, bigots and all those who deem it necessary to spill their vitriol wherever they go…
I am sorry.
Yes, you read that right. I am sorry. Not for who I am. Not for who I love. And not for the words I write.
I am sorry for you.
You might not know me, but I know you. I’ve seen you before – across comment sections, forums, feminist spaces, Pride events where you hiss at your own.
And each of those times I can’t help but wonder, what makes you like that? What pain you carry, what shame, what fear? What makes your heart burn with such hatred?
What makes you act as if a child bereft of love and attention? Like a school bully, trying to pick out a victim to lash out at, while avoiding responsibility for own actions?
What makes you so afraid of someone like me? Is it that I exist without your permission? That I defy the rules you cling to like a lifeline – rules that were never designed to liberate, only to sort people into neat little boxes you can understand and control?
You act like someone fighting a battle, but the only war is the one inside you – the war between the self you were taught to be and the part you’ve spent your life trying to bury. You spit…
