So, I have at least a couple white supremacist neighbors that I regularly have to encounter when I leave the apartment. They’re always asking me my business, looking at my mail or my car, and one of them told me he was being paid to watch me and I know he’s called the cops on every black friend I’ve had over. To say this is a problem is to put it lightly. I almost hit him once when he called my friends the N word, but he ran into the house before I could get to him. This was many years ago and I just give him nasty looks and/or ignore him when I see him now, but my car has been vandalized nine times since I’ve lived here, although that could have been my other haters, who are also racist, but I found a white supremacist sticker right in front of my building the other day. They are more common now in general since Trump made it acceptable. I also noticed a lot of racist and pro-Trump graffiti at the graffiti spot recently. At first I didn’t realize that was what it was, and once I did, I was disgusted by it. I used to feel like I lived in a pretty safe area, but now that so many people fueled by hate are gathering together in their like-minded anger at the liberals, black people and queers who took their beloved Trump out of power and wanna take some of the power away from police and billionaires, and others who are ruling the world, doing whatever the fuck they want, starting wars and getting away with it, people are angry because they’re employed by the corruption and being bad or an asshole is something they used to be proud of because it once gave them power. The way the world is shifting is really forcing people to choose a side of good or bad… people who care about other people, and people who only care about themselves. It’s getting easier to tell who is who in many cases, and the sides are already at war.
So, when I was taking out the trash the other night and I heard what sounded like a local white woman who smokes a couple packs of Marlboro’s a day yell out of nowhere, “I feel the saaaaaaaaaaaame way!”, I couldn’t help but feel scared. Those are the words of a white woman full of prejudice who just found her new prejudice best friend. Those are the words of someone who has just heard the words “Whenever I see that tranny faggot take out his trash, I wanna go over there and stab him.”….. “I feel the saaaaaaaaaaaame way!” It’s definitely not a comfort to hear in a Boston white woman accent when you’re alone out in the dark behind your apartment where you regularly have to deal with white supremacists, and now their graffiti. It doesn’t feel safe anymore.
Safe or not, here I am, a political queer, trans, intersex artist, writer, and crazy person who lived to tell a hell of a story, and I will keep on keeping on with it. I am kind of “feelin’ cute” as they say on Facebook so here is a selfie…
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