I have been an LGBTQ activist for almost 10 years, but I’ve never really felt like I’m a part of the LGBTQ community. I remember how I was thinking about it when the idea of this article came to my mind: I was at a sex-positive queer event in a local library, at a book launch about neurodiversity and inclusion.
It should be “my” topic: I’m a transgender autistic person after all. The event was amazing, wasn’t it? It was. Only why did I feel so lonely, so out of place?
The folks around me felt like a community; most of them were so obviously gender non-conforming, obviously queer, and obviously leftists.
They shared the same aesthetic, the same culture. But I was silently scrolling through my social media feeds, reading about the Chechen liberation movement’s history, weapons, and political news and my mind wandered.