I am a trans, non-binary, genderfluid, demi- and pansexual queer SJW, with depression, anxiety, and recently-diagnosed ADHD. Plus a heaping helping of trauma from my uber-religious, conservative family. I also have the unfortunate ability to put myself in almost anyone’s shoes, which apparently makes me a party pooper, because god forbid I expect the people in my life to respect other people’s existence. And yes, I am angry, and if you don’t like that, you’d best leave now. My anger is the reason I am still alive, so it’s going absolutely nowhere. I expect people to care about those who are less fortunate than themselves, and I will be going on all-too-frequent rants about those who think that’s too much to ask.