Yeah uh…….. I think I’ll just leave the link for this article.
I am a bit too livid to properly type, right now.
I don’t really want to raise my bp by defying this monster and deal with all of the MRA hallucinations but if you guys want to have some fun and do that — ladies and all my feminist gentlemen — then go right ahead and please let me know how it turns out.
I have never felt beautiful. Beauty is still something I struggle with, as do many women and girls. More and more girls are being hospitalized for eating disorders because of society’s perceived beauty standards. And I was just one among the masses. To be honest, I still don’t feel beautiful. No one has ever singled me out for being “ugly” but I never felt beautiful.
“Carla Alcorn, I understand that you lost a child, and I am sorrier about that than you could ever know. However, you need to understand that her blood is on your hands. You did this, and, even worse, you continue to disrespect her identity, even in death. That is shameful. Leelah deserved better. If she had been lucky enough to have parents who truly loved and respected her as a person, she would still be alive today.” source
There is blood on Leelah’s parents’ hands, and they’re still too bigoted and prejudiced to see it. I am not sorry you lost your daughter; I’m sorry the world had to see a beautiful trans woman be beaten down until she no longer felt like she needed to live. I am not sorry you thought your reputation was more important than your daughter’s happiness. I am sorry Leelah had to deal with you as parents when she clearly deserved better. I am not sorry for your loss because you clearly are still the bigot that Leelah described on her tumblr and reddit posts. I am sorry that Leelah felt so alone that she had to turn to the Internet to feel loved — and even that was not enough. I am not sorry that you feel the need to protect your reputation still. I am sorry that Leelah is still being disrespected even after her death, being called by the wrong pronoun, buried with the wrong name, buried in the wrong clothes, the list goes on. I am not sorry and I will never be sorry. This post may be deleted but that’s fine because I will reupload it until justice is served and Leelah’s wishes are fulfilled. Because, for me, a human life is worth more than a person’s reputation — something that you clearly have not understood. And I am not alone; the entire tumblr community is behind Leelah, even in her death.
Catching up on my Blogging 101 prompts! This one talks about writing to my dream reader.