When someone tells me I’m a lonely human being sitting behind my computer, I’ll tell you what has changed, I’m not alone anymore, and that’s what should matter. I have over 777 followers on Mastodon, some who fight against injustice, some who live and breathe Linux, and others who are queer, trans, or non-binary, people who share my thoughts and beliefs.
So when they say I’m a lonely freak, I look at the 777 plus people who follow me for who I truly am, and that connection means everything, a shared madness, a folie à deux that makes this all real and alive.
But now, because I’m open about my beliefs in anarchism and especially revolutionary syndicalism, because I dare to speak my mind and live by my own rules, suddenly I’m seen as a huge problem, someone who needs serious help, as if wanting freedom and rejecting gods and systems is a crime, and that tears something deep inside me, sorry, not sorry.