when I was a younger child I thought a lot about why I was white. Like I knew that I was born white, and I had the impression that it was a little bit of a statistical anomaly. I knew that I could have just as easily been born black, to an African-American family, or maybe not even in America at all.

I also could sense that I was lucky that I was white… but I knew that it wasn’t the good kind of lucky. The unfair kind of lucky.

This was the beginning of an understanding of privilege that I had at a very young age, and it’s because I grew up in a fairly diverse neighborhood I think.

These child-like thought processes were socialized out of me gradually, and I had to go to college to begin to relearn them, and that’s where I’m at right now.

It is my hope that I live the rest of my life in ways that helps to destroy these structures of inequality. I want to help shine lights on the achievements of poc and especially Women of color. I can’t feel good about fighting for my rights as a queer person without also fighting for the rights of all the others.