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I am not your teachable moment. It's ok, kids. Go ahead and ask him anything. He won't mind.
It is not my job to educate you. Why do you have to wear that scarf? I am not something to be acted upon to make you feel good about yourself. There's a free seat behind you. Here, let me help. No thank you, I'm good. There you go, buddy. You're welcome. I am not required to reassure you. That joke you told was really inappropriate and sexist. Yeah, but you know I'm not sexist, right? It was only a joke. You know I didn't mean anything. I am not your Lifetime movie.Oh my god, it is so brave of you to be out and proud, right in front of the whole world. You. Inspire. Me. I am not here for your entertainment. Come on, smile sweetheart! It can't be that bad! I do not care about your unsolicited opinion. You know, I actually find septum piercings on girls pretty unattractive. I am just trying to get home. We are on our way to dinner. I do not have to answer your questions. I am not going to soften my opinions so you can avoid looking critically at yourself. My life is not 'brave'. It is mine, not yours. I do not want to be gracious and thankful. I do not want to smile. Don't you dare touch me. Fuck you and your good intentions. I am angry. Fuck you. I just want to get home.

Stranger Danger

Posted on December 16, 2013 by Robot Hugs

New Comic! TRANSLATIONS: Spanish (Credit: Taller de Teoría Queer) Hungarian (Fordította: A Szivárványon Innen) All of the experiences in this comic are either directly from my own life or related to me by people I know and care for. I don't know, I'm all mad today. In the elevator in my building a woman decided she had an opinion about something I was wearing around my neck and grabbed it so she could tell me what she thought, and got mad when I told her to fuck off. I'm on the subway and a stranger wants to touch my hair. Every time I fuck someone or love someone, 0r change my body or decide whether or not to wear make-up or talk about the people I love, I prepare for the cascade of opinions or tirades or thinly-veiled self-congratulatory tolerance and it's easier now to just not share, to hold those precious things private. I'm tired of my body and my life being public property, of my identity and choices being used by others for leverage, at that entitled hurt or anger in their eyes when I don't want to play along. I'm tired of seeing the people around me get manoeuvred or manhandled or held up like fucking pariahs when they just want to be left in peace. I'm bored of being someone else's politics. I don't want to talk - I'm just reading my book while I'm on my way home.