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I can feel my presence in this piece though I donโ€™t recall directly submitting contribution. (Observation, nothing more or lessโ€ฆ maybe thatโ€™s not entirely trueโ€ฆ but the pattern hasnโ€™t revealed itself, and I feel a direct reread right now will hurt my systems more than Iโ€™d care to after getting them corrected some.)

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

What does advocacy mean to you?

I honestly donโ€™t know, to me, advocacy carries the weight of a โ€˜watcher,โ€™ as the major implication of the word โ€˜advocateโ€™ 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 donโ€™t need to repeat things youโ€™ve witnessed directly.

I also used to be the classic โ€˜little professorโ€™ archetype in school. Back in the days when my last name only meant I was a โ€˜Gringo,โ€™ but not actually Hispanic*โ€ฆ back in the days before I knew itโ€ฆ

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 wasnโ€™t that fvcking far fetched okay. Eventually, the kids got to picking on me, โ€˜white boyโ€™ and โ€˜gringoโ€™ being fan favorites (for non-Sher viewers reading this story, Iโ€™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 wouldnโ€™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 lookโ€ฆ a meltdown that clearly indicated I was autistic that everyone missed because the hyperlexic bยกtch 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. Iโ€™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 thereโ€™s no guarantee itโ€™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 youโ€™re trying to help others.

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

Iโ€™ll respectfully leave this one alone in the open air, weโ€™ve discussed and co-experienced, I have a feeling I will โ€˜feel my presenceโ€™ in this part of the discussion regardless.

Have you found moments of real connection, real change, that reminded you advocacy can be a returnโ€”not just a performance?

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

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