5.22b

I just watched the Netflix documentary about Rachel Dolezal and I am soul-tired. I have positions and opinions but I'm struggling recently with sharing what I believe online. About transracialism, and flat earth conspiracies, and socialism, and gun control, and the American health care system, and more.

I have a voice and an opinion the same as anybody else, and sometimes my voice and opinion matter? But I prefer conversations in which I can ask questions and moderate my verbiage to be sensitive and intelligent. You can't do that online, in a text thread, shouting to the void.

So, with that in mind, I think I've been lucky enough to be handed a set of identities at birth that I just don't care about, that I don't HAVE to care about, and I'm extraordinarily glad I don't feel like fighting with whatever opinions people have about me.

I have the richest sort of privilege: the honor and joy of not giving a hot fart about whether or not you think I'm any label or none. So, to address transracialism: Love yourself for yourself and give your haters the bird.

I'm here to love you, child, and you, and you, and every soft bag of flesh that feels out of sorts in its skin until someday (the Lord willing) we all feel like we can give our haters the bird. Because on that day, there shall be no haters. Selah.