My roommate invited me to some queer punk show. I declined and told her I will always decline her invitations, though I appreciate her efforts. She told me that I have fun in ways that she doesn't get.
Ok. So my idea of fun isn't at a show with loud music that gives me a headache, surrounded by folks who I have no interest in getting to know who are on substances, trying to talk to me, probably touching me without my permission, ignoring me entirely or tokenising me because of my Black skin.
How is it unclear why this is un-fun to me?
And why is it so difficult to understand that I'd rather hang out at someone's house, eating food, making art, or sitting in their kitchen talking. What about this as Aurien's version of fun is unclear?
Why do people have to constantly shit on my fun? Like, I don't get it. Do your fun, I'll do mine and we can talk about our respective funs over brunch Sunday morning.
But not if you're going to be an asshole. Then no, you can't have some of my delicious yummy-ripe. Cuz fuck you for shitting on my fun.
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