#stonewall — Public Fediverse posts

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

In those days, before the internet, before endocrinology, before the words transgender and gender identity had entered the languages of homo sapiens (actually, before homo sapiens had language proper), there were those who knew themselves to be other than what the world had named them.

And they were many.

In the beginning, there were the gender-diverse people of ancient civilizations: priests, warriors, healers, lovers, servants, rulers and rebels. Some were revered. Some were feared. Some were merely allowed to exist.

And the centuries passed.

Kingdoms rose and fell. Empires were built and burned. Religions declared what people were permitted to be. Physicians invented new words for old experiences. Governments invented new laws for policing them.

Still, the people remained.

Then came the twentieth century, and with it new knowledge. Physicians learned that bodies could be altered. Hormones could be administered. Names could be changed. Lives could be lived.

And for a brief moment, it seemed that perhaps the ancient question might finally have an answer:

“What if we simply let people become who they know themselves to be?”

But the enemies of freedom did not sleep.

They gathered in laboratories, churches, parliaments, newspapers and television studios. They forged accusations. They declared that trans people were a modern invention, despite the inconvenient existence of thousands of years of history.

And so began the Great Erasure.

They took the ancient records and said, “Those weren't trans people.”

They took the gender-diverse people of other cultures and said, “Those don't count.”

They took the pioneers of the twentieth century and said, “Those were merely confused.”

They took Stonewall and said, “They weren't there.”

They took the people standing beside them and said, “You have never existed.”

Yet the trans people endured.

They endured the laws.
They endured the ridicule.
They endured the doctors.
They endured the police.
They endured the newspapers.
They endured the people insisting that their existence was somehow historically impossible.

And still they stood.

For history is a stubborn thing.

You may burn a book.
You may alter a photograph.
You may rename a person.
You may pretend an entire generation never existed.

But you cannot make the people disappear simply by refusing to remember them.

And so the story continues.

Not because trans people suddenly appeared.

But because, after thousands of years of being told they were impossible, they finally became impossible to ignore.

#TransHistory #TransRights #TransPeopleAreHere #QueerHistory #LGBTQHistory #Pride #Stonewall #TransLiberation #HistoryMatters #StopTransErasure #TransIsNotNew #QueerJoy #TransJoy #Solidarity

In those days, before the internet, before endocrinology, before the words transgender and gender identity had entered the languages of men, there were those who knew themselves to be other than what the world had named them.

And they were many.

In the beginning, there were the gender-diverse people of ancient civilizations: priests, warriors, healers, lovers, servants, rulers and rebels. Some were revered. Some were feared. Some were merely allowed to exist.

And the centuries passed.

Kingdoms rose and fell. Empires were built and burned. Religions declared what people were permitted to be. Physicians invented new words for old experiences. Governments invented new laws for policing them.

Still, the people remained.

Then came the twentieth century, and with it new knowledge. Physicians learned that bodies could be altered. Hormones could be administered. Names could be changed. Lives could be lived.

And for a brief moment, it seemed that perhaps the ancient question might finally have an answer:

“What if we simply let people become who they know themselves to be?”

But the enemies of freedom did not sleep.

They gathered in laboratories, churches, parliaments, newspapers and television studios. They forged accusations. They declared that trans people were a modern invention, despite the inconvenient existence of thousands of years of history.

And so began the Great Erasure.

They took the ancient records and said, “Those weren't trans people.”

They took the gender-diverse people of other cultures and said, “Those don't count.”

They took the pioneers of the twentieth century and said, “Those were merely confused.”

They took Stonewall and said, “They weren't there.”

They took the people standing beside them and said, “You have never existed.”

Yet the trans people endured.

They endured the laws.
They endured the ridicule.
They endured the doctors.
They endured the police.
They endured the newspapers.
They endured the people insisting that their existence was somehow historically impossible.

And still they stood.

For history is a stubborn thing.

You may burn a book.
You may alter a photograph.
You may rename a person.
You may pretend an entire generation never existed.

But you cannot make the people disappear simply by refusing to remember them.

And so the story continues.

Not because trans people suddenly appeared.

But because, after thousands of years of being told they were impossible, they finally became impossible to ignore.

#TransHistory #TransRights #TransPeopleAreHere #QueerHistory #LGBTQHistory #Pride #Stonewall #TransLiberation #HistoryMatters #StopTransErasure #TransIsNotNew #QueerJoy #TransJoy #Solidarity

In those days, before the internet, before endocrinology, before the words transgender and gender identity had entered the languages of homo sapiens (actually, before homo sapiens had language proper), there were those who knew themselves to be other than what the world had named them.

And they were many.

In the beginning, there were the gender-diverse people of ancient civilizations: priests, warriors, healers, lovers, servants, rulers and rebels. Some were revered. Some were feared. Some were merely allowed to exist.

And the centuries passed.

Kingdoms rose and fell. Empires were built and burned. Religions declared what people were permitted to be. Physicians invented new words for old experiences. Governments invented new laws for policing them.

Still, the people remained.

Then came the twentieth century, and with it new knowledge. Physicians learned that bodies could be altered. Hormones could be administered. Names could be changed. Lives could be lived.

And for a brief moment, it seemed that perhaps the ancient question might finally have an answer:

“What if we simply let people become who they know themselves to be?”

But the enemies of freedom did not sleep.

They gathered in laboratories, churches, parliaments, newspapers and television studios. They forged accusations. They declared that trans people were a modern invention, despite the inconvenient existence of thousands of years of history.

And so began the Great Erasure.

They took the ancient records and said, “Those weren't trans people.”

They took the gender-diverse people of other cultures and said, “Those don't count.”

They took the pioneers of the twentieth century and said, “Those were merely confused.”

They took Stonewall and said, “They weren't there.”

They took the people standing beside them and said, “You have never existed.”

Yet the trans people endured.

They endured the laws.
They endured the ridicule.
They endured the doctors.
They endured the police.
They endured the newspapers.
They endured the people insisting that their existence was somehow historically impossible.

And still they stood.

For history is a stubborn thing.

You may burn a book.
You may alter a photograph.
You may rename a person.
You may pretend an entire generation never existed.

But you cannot make the people disappear simply by refusing to remember them.

And so the story continues.

Not because trans people suddenly appeared.

But because, after thousands of years of being told they were impossible, they finally became impossible to ignore.

#TransHistory #TransRights #TransPeopleAreHere #QueerHistory #LGBTQHistory #Pride #Stonewall #TransLiberation #HistoryMatters #StopTransErasure #TransIsNotNew #QueerJoy #TransJoy #Solidarity

In those days, before the internet, before endocrinology, before the words transgender and gender identity had entered the languages of homo sapiens (actually, before homo sapiens had language proper), there were those who knew themselves to be other than what the world had named them.

And they were many.

In the beginning, there were the gender-diverse people of ancient civilizations: priests, warriors, healers, lovers, servants, rulers and rebels. Some were revered. Some were feared. Some were merely allowed to exist.

And the centuries passed.

Kingdoms rose and fell. Empires were built and burned. Religions declared what people were permitted to be. Physicians invented new words for old experiences. Governments invented new laws for policing them.

Still, the people remained.

Then came the twentieth century, and with it new knowledge. Physicians learned that bodies could be altered. Hormones could be administered. Names could be changed. Lives could be lived.

And for a brief moment, it seemed that perhaps the ancient question might finally have an answer:

“What if we simply let people become who they know themselves to be?”

But the enemies of freedom did not sleep.

They gathered in laboratories, churches, parliaments, newspapers and television studios. They forged accusations. They declared that trans people were a modern invention, despite the inconvenient existence of thousands of years of history.

And so began the Great Erasure.

They took the ancient records and said, “Those weren't trans people.”

They took the gender-diverse people of other cultures and said, “Those don't count.”

They took the pioneers of the twentieth century and said, “Those were merely confused.”

They took Stonewall and said, “They weren't there.”

They took the people standing beside them and said, “You have never existed.”

Yet the trans people endured.

They endured the laws.
They endured the ridicule.
They endured the doctors.
They endured the police.
They endured the newspapers.
They endured the people insisting that their existence was somehow historically impossible.

And still they stood.

For history is a stubborn thing.

You may burn a book.
You may alter a photograph.
You may rename a person.
You may pretend an entire generation never existed.

But you cannot make the people disappear simply by refusing to remember them.

And so the story continues.

Not because trans people suddenly appeared.

But because, after thousands of years of being told they were impossible, they finally became impossible to ignore.

#TransHistory #TransRights #TransPeopleAreHere #QueerHistory #LGBTQHistory #Pride #Stonewall #TransLiberation #HistoryMatters #StopTransErasure #TransIsNotNew #QueerJoy #TransJoy #Solidarity

In those days, before the internet, before endocrinology, before the words transgender and gender identity had entered the languages of homo sapiens (actually, before homo sapiens had language proper), there were those who knew themselves to be other than what the world had named them.

And they were many.

In the beginning, there were the gender-diverse people of ancient civilizations: priests, warriors, healers, lovers, servants, rulers and rebels. Some were revered. Some were feared. Some were merely allowed to exist.

And the centuries passed.

Kingdoms rose and fell. Empires were built and burned. Religions declared what people were permitted to be. Physicians invented new words for old experiences. Governments invented new laws for policing them.

Still, the people remained.

Then came the twentieth century, and with it new knowledge. Physicians learned that bodies could be altered. Hormones could be administered. Names could be changed. Lives could be lived.

And for a brief moment, it seemed that perhaps the ancient question might finally have an answer:

“What if we simply let people become who they know themselves to be?”

But the enemies of freedom did not sleep.

They gathered in laboratories, churches, parliaments, newspapers and television studios. They forged accusations. They declared that trans people were a modern invention, despite the inconvenient existence of thousands of years of history.

And so began the Great Erasure.

They took the ancient records and said, “Those weren't trans people.”

They took the gender-diverse people of other cultures and said, “Those don't count.”

They took the pioneers of the twentieth century and said, “Those were merely confused.”

They took Stonewall and said, “They weren't there.”

They took the people standing beside them and said, “You have never existed.”

Yet the trans people endured.

They endured the laws.
They endured the ridicule.
They endured the doctors.
They endured the police.
They endured the newspapers.
They endured the people insisting that their existence was somehow historically impossible.

And still they stood.

For history is a stubborn thing.

You may burn a book.
You may alter a photograph.
You may rename a person.
You may pretend an entire generation never existed.

But you cannot make the people disappear simply by refusing to remember them.

And so the story continues.

Not because trans people suddenly appeared.

But because, after thousands of years of being told they were impossible, they finally became impossible to ignore.

#TransHistory #TransRights #TransPeopleAreHere #QueerHistory #LGBTQHistory #Pride #Stonewall #TransLiberation #HistoryMatters #StopTransErasure #TransIsNotNew #QueerJoy #TransJoy #Solidarity

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain

I’m furious at the pick-me gays trying to rewrite Stonewall and erase the trans and queer people who were there, fought there, and helped build the movement that gave us our rights.

And honestly? The behaviour feels painfully familiar: some men deciding they deserve the spotlight, rewriting history to centre themselves, and throwing the people who stood beside them under the bus for a little approval from the establishment.

The patriarchy really does come in rainbow packaging sometimes.

#Stonewall #QueerHistory #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #NoErasure

I’m furious at the pick-me gays trying to rewrite Stonewall and erase the trans and queer people who were there, fought there, and helped build the movement that gave us our rights.

And honestly? The behaviour feels painfully familiar: some men deciding they deserve the spotlight, rewriting history to centre themselves, and throwing the people who stood beside them under the bus for a little approval from the establishment.

The patriarchy really does come in rainbow packaging sometimes.

#Stonewall #QueerHistory #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #NoErasure

I’m furious at the pick-me gays trying to rewrite Stonewall and erase the trans and queer people who were there, fought there, and helped build the movement that gave us our rights.

And honestly? The behaviour feels painfully familiar: some men deciding they deserve the spotlight, rewriting history to centre themselves, and throwing the people who stood beside them under the bus for a little approval from the establishment.

The patriarchy really does come in rainbow packaging sometimes.

#Stonewall #QueerHistory #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #NoErasure

I’m furious at the pick-me gays trying to rewrite Stonewall and erase the trans and queer people who were there, fought there, and helped build the movement that gave us our rights.

And honestly? The behaviour feels painfully familiar: some men deciding they deserve the spotlight, rewriting history to centre themselves, and throwing the people who stood beside them under the bus for a little approval from the establishment.

The patriarchy really does come in rainbow packaging sometimes.

#Stonewall #QueerHistory #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #NoErasure