After the abuse I got and how fucked up the resulting ptsd and social anxiety has made me, I wonder if this was true for me, life was a lot less scary before. I kinda want to go back.
It’s scary but it also made me feel more free to cross other societal boundaries.
I went to a nightclub last month that was a sex/kink-positive themed night, and the organisation was super LGBTQ. I made so many friends because it was the perfect environment to meet people who, as you describe, are at the point where they cross many social boundaries. It certainly is scary, but it gets easier when you meet delightfully weird people who are basically just goals.
I’ve made it to a state where most non-queer folks still think I’m a guy and queer folks feel compelled to ask my pronouns. Good enough for this enby~<3
Do it! I had a mohawk, in Tulsa, in 1988. There were 8 of us, in the entire fucking city, that’s how rare it was.
Being a punk was an open invitation for an ass beating if the jocks, cowboys or skinheads caught us.
Be yourself, walk, talk and act as you will. That bravery will serve you all through life.
