Clean privilege is being able to sit anywhere you want on a bus or train without worrying about the person next to you scrunching up their face, saying ‘excuse me’ and then getting up to go sit somewhere else.
Clean privilege is not having an anxiety attack when you spot a free seat on public transport and can’t decide if you should risk asking to sit there and having the person publicly humiliate you, or just stand.
Pack up your internet and go home everybody, it’s over. We lost.
You know things are bad when you really don’t know if they’re satirical or if they’re serious.
Queer. Genderfucked. Polyromantic. Demisexual. Have social anxiety, aspergers and depression. Unfortunately white, but checking my privilege every day. And yes, I refuse to bathe. Have a problem with that? Then congratulations. This blog is about you.
My filthy body. My fucking business.
This blog is an intolerant of intolerance zone. Check your privilege at the door and realise that oppressive language and thoughts will be mocked. Revolutions were never won with smiles. You have been warned.
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