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« Last post by Eric Roman on March 21, 2023, 10:14:07 AM »
Having been born at the start of the '80s, I’ve witnessed enough history to notice something very strange happening ever since America hired an Internet Meme as a President who wound up spending A LOT of effort on a microblogging website seeding our present Culture War. (Better here than overseas, right?)
Since then, the battle for Civil Rights revived in a huge way, affecting everything from gender expression to colorwashing our escapism as some kind of concession for never representing the rest of the crayon box.
I was born into a time and place where organic diversity came with the territory, so this recent push comes off as disingenuous, especially where box offices and streaming are involved: "Don't like this thing that isn't marketed towards or appeals to you? You must hate ::Topical Group of People::!"
(On that note it also became trendy to demonize White People and, as I am Not Apparently Hispanic Enough, there are ways I’ve had to navigate this fucking bullshit, not to mention the ongoing threats towards friends and family.)
It has long been my policy not to air personal business on this forum, but to clarify my context I’m making an exception: I’m recovering from a relationship in which the entire spectrum of such “well-meaning” sentiments were distorted and weaponized in such a way as to cost not just one of my dearest friends but the love of my life.
As a casualty of the Culture War, any time I come across any sort of reasonable critique or joke in passing relating to my pain, I cannot help the smirk. After all, finding the humor in one's own agony helps; I've made great light of it since the restoration of my intellectual freedom.
That is the place my recent thoughts on Sonia Belmont's significance and delayed reaction to the chipshot came from.
I apologize if my remarks have added to your unease. During my annual glances here I’ve lurked across many of your threads and thought about chiming in some advice and encouragement regarding your troubles, alas I’ve been too preoccupied against such efforts. I was oblivious to your sexuality until you sounded your concern; as far as I knew, you're a fellow talented artist.
I have always judged people on their character, not their cover; for some claiming to be bastions of "justice" and "equality", I've learned this isn't enough for them--it's even considered dangerous.