Some of you replied to my last story saying you feel the same way. And honestly, that’s exactly what’s up. Because it’s not just about me feeling “off” lately but also there’s something more systemic, more
collective, and it runs deep here.
It’s the quiet racism that never really left. The microaggressions, the cold stares, the way you’re made to feel like a guest even after ten years of living here. The institutions that bury you in paperwork while pretending to be neutral. The unspoken wall between them and us. And how exhausting it is to constantly translate yourself, not just linguistically, but emotionally and
culturally, to fit into a place that was never really built for you.
It’s also the disconnect in queer spaces. Especially as a gay person, it’s painful to say this, but the club culture that once felt liberating now feels hollow. People don’t look at each other anymore. They disappear behind substances, behind performance, behind a curated version of freedom that feels more like escape. I go out and see rooms full of people, and yet no one is really there. Everyone’s wired in and numbed out. Where is the connection?
And politically… this country feels like it’s on a slow, steady collapse.