roachpatrol:

floozys: 25+ year old “anti-sjw” people are the fucking creepiest they’re like “teenagers trying to be kinder and less oppressive towards each other??? not on MY watch, i’m going to harass someone much younger than me because i’m an adult and this is the REAL WORLD” this post is funny because on tumblr every time i or a friend gets shit for our sins it’s from teenagers who are young enough and dumb enough to think you can make a better world by destroying everyone you don’t want in it. it’s the grownups in these situations that actually, you know, act like grownups, and help you out, and help you learn. the real world’s a lot more complicated—and a lot more kind— than all this tiddlywink highschool bullshit that keeps getting perpetrated and a lot of us icky old 25+ dudes are impatiently waiting for more of you to join us in it.

precisely.

all the legitimate social justice bloggers i know are over 25.

the teenagers who think sjw shouldn’t be a term of disparagement just steal buzzwords from real activists and misuse them in their neverending pursuit of that elusive anger high.

real activist: i’ve noticed an issue which may be of interest to my followers who are interested in [feminism, disability rights, whatever is legitimately relevant] *links* *citations* *logical argumentation* *calm, careful language*

sjw: omg i’m sooooo mad this person is literal human garbage they’re DELIBERATELY TRIGGERING PEOPLE they’re so [ableist, transphobic, misogynist, pick at random] let’s all send hate DELETE UR BLOG KILL URSELF

ok i’m posting drunk from the pub so forgive me if i’m more emotional than i usually consider ok for blogposting but… i have been an activist since 1990. that’s when i went to my first protest. in meatspace. it was the first gulf war.

i had to leave my house, go to a crowded public place, and expose myself to actual getting-punched. luckily, i wasn’t one of the people who got maced by the cops at that protest, but it was pure chance. it was raining. it was cold. i hadn’t worn a warm enough jacket. older activists closed in around me and kept me warm. we passed a thermos of coffee around, and people in their 40’s and 50’s told this 17-year-old stranger about protesting the vietnam and korean wars, back when the police really could kick the living shit out of you right there on the picket line because the tv cameras didn’t show up unless there were shots fired. and when they found out i was queer, they told me about stonewall, they told me about the first pride parades, they told me about fighting to have anti-sodomy laws taken off the books, how cops used to go looking for ‘dates’ and then arrest you for saying yes – can you imagine that? what it was like to be gay when police would hit on you and then arrest you?

i learned from them. at that protest and others, and through newsletters, in coffee shops, wherever i could. i didn’t always agree with all of them, and i wasn’t shy about debating with them, but i never pretended they had nothing to teach me. they were willing to put their actual lives on the line for justice. there was no way i could fail to respect that. and maybe i wasn’t putting my life on the line quite as hard, maybe i was only risking getting my nose broken, my ribs broken, i was only risking pissing blood for a few days, rather than actually being killed like they’d been risking. but i took my turn on the front lines and i accepted the danger.

and now

cowardly

little

shits

whose entire contribution

to 'social justice’

is putting the word 'nonbinary’

in the sidebar of a blog that’s not even connected with their meatspace identity

are telling me to stfu

because i’m not

queer

enough.

FUCK.

YOU.

ALL.