I call all of my joy “queer” joy, because being queer is what pushed me towards seeking joy.
Browsing: laughter
I come from a community of weavers who were subjugated to casteist hate through the fascist propaganda that overwhelms my country. For that, I promise to destroy every form of structural colonialism I hold and the religious doctrines that perpetuate this violence.
What’s wrong with me and my sense of humour that I’m not reacting properly?