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I’ve reached a point in my life where I’m no longer capable of viewing things as “just politics”. I know many people do, and that’s cool. But personally, I can’t manage to segment and compartmentalize politics from everything else.
Not in this climate, where so many fundamental human rights are actively and aggressively under attack. Different people have different priorities, and I respect that—but if you frequently post support of candidates and policies that refuse to acknowledge me as an equal human being, I can’t merrily hold hands with you and go skipping off into the sunset.
Because, on a basic level, I don’t understand how you can be okay with that. Because, really, this isn’t “just politics”. It’s my life as a woman and a queer person.
That’s not to say I don’t follow (and even consider myself friends with) folks with a variety of differing political views. I absolutely do. But there reaches a point with certain personal hot-button issues—women’s rights and LGBTQ rights, in particular—where I can’t “agree to disagree”.
I have to do this with my family, because I’m stuck with them.
But because of that I have waaaaaay less inclination to tolerate icky political views from the people I’m adding to my life voluntarily.
I can tolerate some variation and I certainly love debate, but there’s a line in the sand for me. You wanna build a fence across the Southern US? You wanna deny people their reproductive rights? You wanna refuse people basic human rights and respect and personhood because of their gender/race/sexuality/ability? I don’t want to deal with you. Period.