Then too there are the people who would be better served by being told “Don’t kill yourself, that’s letting them win. Defy them by choosing life! Make your every breath, every step you take, every word you speak into a giant FUCK YOU to the bullies and the haters. Meet their hatred with disdain. Sneer at those sniveling asinine shitbags that probably still wet the bed at night, for they are slime stuck to the bottom of your shoe. People who would hate you for being gay or trans or whatever deserve nothing but their own hatred right back at them, concentrated to a laser point. And if anyone tells you you’re stooping to their level by “fighting fire with fire” you tell those idiots “YEAH ACTUALLY FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE IS A LEGITIMATE FIRE FIGHTING TECHNIQUE SO GO FUCK YOURSELF.”
Because that’s what I did. That’s how I survived. I took the fire of their hatred, made it my own without taking their words to heart, and used it to keep my own fire burning. So everything hurtful thing they said to me just became more kindling for the fire that is my soul. I survived by getting angry. By recognizing those worthless parasites as the scum-sucking crap sacks they are and building up my soul-fire until their pitiful barbs were like unto matches before a hurricane of flames. Which is why one of my names is Tempest.
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