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I can feel my presence in this piece though I don’t recall directly submitting contribution. (Observation, nothing more or less… maybe that’s not entirely true… but the pattern hasn’t revealed itself, and I feel a direct reread right now will hurt my systems more than I’d care to after getting them corrected some.)

But to address your questions, since I’m tired of trying to find where I fit in community:

What does advocacy mean to you?

I honestly don’t know, to me, advocacy carries the weight of a ‘watcher,’ as the major implication of the word ‘advocate’ is there is a subject to be in support of and a listener who is to hear arguments in favor of said subject. (The pattern, precise terms and actions may differ based on subject.)

Have you ever been tokenized, silenced, or erased in the name of visibility?

Yes. I don’t need to repeat things you’ve witnessed directly.

I also used to be the classic ‘little professor’ archetype in school. Back in the days when my last name only meant I was a ‘Gringo,’ but not actually Hispanic*… back in the days before I knew it…

The one thing I loved doing that kinda brought me and the step closer as I aged was that I enjoyed working with my hands, building shit. So I took wood shop one year.

Living in a minority majority city, this meant the class was filled with - who I thought were - my racial peers. Now, coming off the summer, I get decent melanin from the sun in combo with my Italian genes, so thinking I was a quarter Mexican wasn’t that fvcking far fetched okay. Eventually, the kids got to picking on me, ‘white boy’ and ‘gringo’ being fan favorites (for non-Sher viewers reading this story, I’m trans, ergo: boy).

After an incident where one of my projects was crushed by fellow students under the watch of a sub one day and the teacher wouldn’t do shit to help, I stopped going to that class, literally opting to hide out in the BMC room (operational defiance disorder, is what I was tagged for I think) instead. (Oh look… a meltdown that clearly indicated I was autistic that everyone missed because the hyperlexic b¡tch looked like an angry little white boy. Flattening being indeed.)

Have you ever felt like advocacy asked you to abandon yourself in order to be heard?

Constantly. I’m trans, the world wants me to be palatable in specific ways just to be seen; to be heard, those specific ways have to be the /right ways/, so there’s no guarantee it’ll land with every receptive person. On top of that, autistic (and likely GLP) communication difficulties make misunderstandings common, and I suffer severely from RSD, so trying to get through the knee jerks of some people is wildly difficult, especially when you’re trying to help others.

Have you experienced harm in spaces that claimed to be inclusive?

I’ll respectfully leave this one alone in the open air, we’ve discussed and co-experienced, I have a feeling I will ‘feel my presence’ in this part of the discussion regardless.

Have you found moments of real connection, real change, that reminded you advocacy can be a return—not just a performance?

Sincerely, Sher, you. You are the reminder that advocacy can be more than just performance. The problem for me is, they’re not ready for a me that’s not performing in some way, no matter how much healing I could help bring.

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