Existence doesn’t need your consent.

Why does my gender concern you?

Why am I scaring you? Are you fragile? Are you cold like the snow falling to the ground? 

I can’t help but wonder if you hate me the way that Frollo hated Esmerelda. 

Lustfully. 

Beata Maria, We know you are a righteous man

Of your virtue you are justly proud. 

Beata Maria

We know you’re so much purer than

The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

Obsession is a disease. Are you sick? Jesus can cure. 

Take it to the lord. 

In the name of logic, in the name of science, “in the name of all things rational,” you say.

Can science prove there are more than 2 genders?

Can science prove the existence of God?

Does it really need to? 

Do you not see the manifestations all around? The earth we stand on, the air we breathe, the beautiful non-binary people that stand in all corners of the earth. 

Existence doesn’t need your consent. 

What is alive will continue to live whether you choose to acknowledge it or not. 

Close your eyes, put your fingers in your ears, we will be waiting for you on the other side of ignorance and bitterness. 

We will be outside of the bubble with open arms, ready to help you strip from the bigotry and hatred you have clothed yourself in. 

You are welcome here. We are welcome here. Because that is what freedom looks like. Because that is what freedom feels like. 

Because you and I, we are both free.