so guys turns out that being raised by queer people alienates me from the queer experience. probably not a good thing
i genuinely have not experienced most of the “defining” moments yall talk about.
i never came out to my parents because my parents never assumed i was cishet.
i never did an “am i gay?” quiz because i knew the answer didn’t matter, really.
i never “found out” about trans people, my parent has identified as gender neutral my entire life.
i never cried or even felt any big emotions when i found out i was queer. it was just like huh. cool.
my point here is not that i’m sad about having grown up in a queer-friendly enviroment. my point is that the fact that i don’t relate to queer experiences as a queer person might imply that we still define queerness based on suffering.
i’m not saying that queer people who have suffered should stop talking about it. all i’m really saying is that if you want to define queerness based on joy instead of misery, you have to accept that queerness is not a big deal to everybody. you have to accept that not every queer person is going to relate to “queer experiences”.
At the end of the day, that ^, feels like what a lot of us have been fighting for. A world were it is no big deal. And I’m so happy someone has already gotten to experience that.