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My name is: Michelle, but most people call me Dark online.
My gender-pronouns are: They/them/their.
I am: 27 years old, a feminist, an atheist, an omnivore, and an ISFJ.
The Feminist: Intersectional, body positive, pro-choice, and sex positive.
My privileged identities include: Female assigned at birth (FAAB trans* privilege), white, able-bodied, allistic (?), dyadic, monogamous.
My non-privileged/oppressed identities include: Gender-fluid, fat, gray-a, neuroatypical, and gay.
I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder, Dermatophagia, and Dermatillomania.
I like: Pets & animals, animal welfare, pet care & pet care education, ~*SCIENCE!*~, anatomy & physiology, roleplaying, anime/manga, computer & video games, rock & metal music.
As Desi women, many of us have spent our entire lives being mocked for our culture and ethnicity, sometimes to the point where we are left with depression, self hatred and a crippling lack of self esteem. And now you want to take away pieces of it and enjoy it when you haven’t dealt with a fraction of the struggles we’ve had to deal with for being affiliated with that culture.
In some cases, the exact same girls who threw slurs like ‘paki dot’ at us in middle school or highschool are now sporting the bindi because its fashionable. And you want us to be docile and silent about it all. Well fuck you. I will never shut up. You will get bored with this trend and toss your bindis in the trash with your moccasins and fedoras and last seasons jeffrey campbell wedges. This is a temporary thing. You can toss away that piece of South Asia and go back to your life. But I will still be struggling with my identity as a South Asian woman. A struggle that began the day I was born and will end the day I die.