I’d just like to point out that for all the whining Sherlock fans do because Elementary is “degaying” Sherlock they sure didn’t seem to give a shit when Irene Adler, a lesbian character, was made to fall in love with Sherlock. It’s not like shit like that is 90% of representation lesbians get in shows/movies/books, right?
Straight girls on tumblr generally only care about queer representation when it’s stuff they can wank off too. They don’t give a shit about real queer people, especially queer women.
In some ways that’s where the abuse is. It’s not just about the times when someone drops a boulder on your head, it’s the times when they position you in the same place it happens and tell you to wait for it, it’s coming. And you wait, and wait, and wait, your fists clenched at your sides, and your eyes screwed shut and your whole body tense, preparing for it. And that’s the abuse. They may never drop the boulder on you, but you’re being abused right then while you prepare for what they told you will happen.
—The anxiety in a post-abuse world « Speaking when the world sleeps (via somaticstrength)
And now I’m waiting for that boulder. When I go to work, when I go home to my room. When I take a shower. When I go to the store, when I go to the bank, when I try something new, when I’m surrounded by strangers, when I’m alone with my body. I wait, and I bide my time for the moment that boulder will fall, as it has always fallen, as my brain has learned it is destiny, it is inevitable, it is because I am me that this boulder will hit.