Not that I care, but this life is hard and it hurts. Some things are just wrong and out of people's control. I relate to this and I'm queer too, art doesn't really fix all things, nor does other people's validation, but it is something there and it's a good reason to make some art. It changes what people feel, what they think in their head, and that can be powerful.
Living with abusive people, parents like that, and being hurt this way makes a part of you injured and broken. They are messed up, and that messes you up. This whole system is a rort, but we are still here and still alive despite it all. Our life and our art matters and is valuable, despite this harsh world trying to drag us down with it. Defying those lies, things and people change over time. The people that abused me changed, but it was way too slow and with too much effort on my part. This reality, and the truth that we experience is more precious than lies.
Thanks for typing this out and spilling the ramble thoughts, perhaps I felt some of the reality past the words. What a life. I want you to care, and I want you to care about caring. Living and seeing and feeling as a person in this fucked place is valuable. This manifesto I think moved me very much.