Boy, you guys sure do talk like you have no idea what universe I live in. This is all abstract theory to you; an argument you’ve got too much bald stupidity invested in to even try to imagine what life might be like for someone other than yourself.
This is nothing but semantics to you. Try to imagine what it is to me.
Have you ever been sitting in a restaurant and heard “faggot” from the booth behind you, and have your palms go cold and your stomach knot up, because “faggot” was what the guys on the football team called you when they beat you up every day after school? Have you ever lived in a world where you’re not free of that fear?
Imagine you’re a black guy sitting on a park bench, and two white assholes walk past you and one of them calls the other one a nigger. Now really truly try to imagine that. Imagine you say something like, “whoa, watch it, I’m sittin’ here,” and they respond with something like, “Hey, I’m not calling you a nigger, I’m calling my buddy a nigger. He’s white, so I can call him a nigger if I want to. It’s none of your business.” Try to imagine what it would be like to be that black guy not just for one incident but for your whole life.
You effing assholes can’t even drop this stupid, pointless semantic bullshit long enough to stop and realize that all I’m asking for is the right to name myself without having you call me names. That’s all I’m asking. You can’t even concede the use of a couple of words that mean, obviously, absolutely nothing to you, but are extremely significant, more than you can ever understand, to me. How fucking dare you?
I’m not even saying it should be illegal. I’m only trying to say that it’s rude. That’s all. That’s fucking it in a fucking nutshell.
If I want to, in some aspects of my life, gather around me people who’ve been through what I’ve been through, people to whom those words have the same power to wound, and fucking exclude you for a while, what right have you to protest my right to feel safe? And if in the privacy of that safety, my friends and I want to try to defuse a horrible hateful word, and try to diminish its power over my life, what possible concern could that be of yours? How in the most bizarre stretch of your vast imagination does that give you the right to make me feel like you’re calling me names, like you’re a threat to my way of life.
Keep the fucking words, if they’re so fucking important to you.