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JaneBrown81
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Listens toOver 18 LanguagesEnglish Listener sinceApr 26, 2019 Last activeover 6 months ago GenderNon-Binary PathStep 7 People helped4 Chats10
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This is me, reaching out to you. To the world.
To a world which is soaked in violence, which smells mildly of kindness.
To a world where our urges to belong override our choiceless givens- a human, a woman, a man, a Christian, a Hindu, a lesbian, a vanilla-person, a tribal adivasi, a middle-class nobody.
To the world which has, at the end of our days, preached peace but has bloodied the sheets.
To a world that desperately looks for love, everywhere- in the flea markets, in the shiny Broadway streets, in the hospitals wrought with air fresheners of death, on the streets as we pass one another.

There is only one time I shall accept being reduced- in death. In death, I accept being fodder to the world. To the tiny beings who feed on my body for their nutrition.
While I am alive, as long as there is an iota of breath pulsating through my body, I refuse to be reduced. I refuse to feed off your identity and demand that you let me claim truth in my reality. I refuse to ask you to be mine and I demand that you leave me alone often. I request to be held without being clenched, ever so lightly, like the creepers intertwine with the twigs- neither of them killing the other.

I want a safe space where I can be fearless to share the suffering I undergo everyday. If I shall be anonymous, I want a safe space where I am not shamed for being nameless. I might be nameless but not a nobody.

I want to know what you undergo. Of the suffering that haunts you. As a human, I want us to be able to talk to each other.
Anything that has hurt you. That hurts you.
There is no suffering which is more or less significant. We are all in this together.

If you want someone to talk to, I am here.