An aberration

I’m beginning to understand that my existence is by virtue of the grace of others in their privileged spaces. I merely represent a hassle, a bother and an aberration. It is said that I am ungrateful – as I strive to thrive, forgetting that I should just contend with surviving.

So many times I’m told that it’s the first anyone has ever had a problem with something, or objected to a ”joke” – a statement that’s so racist, sexist or otherwise biased – to justify how easily offended ”you Millenials are.” No you asshole, it’s not that people suddenly became sensitive…we won’t let you get away with it unchallenged.

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