“passing privilege” is not a real thing.
the term ‘passing’ was, iirc, used to describe african americans whose skin and facial features were light enough that they could escape from slavery to somewhere else and live in a state of constant fear of being found out.
people who could ‘pass’ did not have any sort of privilege; they simply lived out their oppression in different ways. they still suffered at the hands of the system that had been built to subjugate them.
arguing that anyone who is oppressed has ‘passing privilege’ is fundamentally misunderstanding what passing is and how dangerous it is.
a trans woman who ‘passes’ for a cis woman is in as much danger of being a victim of violence, of being murdered, as her non-passing sisters, especially if a cis man feels ‘tricked’ into finding a ‘man’ attractive.
a bisexual man who ‘passes’ for heterosexual is more likely to be abused by hetero and homosexual partners, who will then blame his sexuality for dissatisfaction in the relationship.
a ‘high functioning’ neurodivergent person will suffer the same lack of accommodations as a ‘lower functioning’ person with the same disability, but will be expected to achieve more because they aren’t ‘really’ affected by it.
passing means having your struggles erased or considered ‘lesser’ because there’s a chance that you could be seen as ‘normal’ in the eyes of passersby.
this is not a privilege. it’s living your life in terror of being found out. it’s being denied access to the community and services that claim to support you.
it’s oppression in its most insidious form; it pretends that you have gained something positive through the way you experience oppression.
‘In 1778, two Irish gentlewomen put on men’s clothing and ran away together. Lady Eleanor Butler had received several offers of marriage but was determined to share her life with her friend Sarah Ponsonby. […] They spent the rest of their lives in a black and white house called Plas Newydd outside Llangollen, cultivating their garden, improving their minds and filling the house with clocks, cabinets and “whirligigs of every shape and hue”. [They also had] a little dog called Sapho.’
“Friend”
They literally named their dog Sapho
Y'all shudder at the idea of homestuck funko pops
I raise you homestuck: monopoly edition
cro, no
no, hold on, let’s talk about this extremely cursed idea: what would the properties be? what would the player pieces be? what currency would it use?
Jokes on you I never played monopoly I just want to put karkat Vantas into jail.
Player pieces are lusus though. Currency…..beetles.
obviously the currency would be boondollers of varying amounts and the properties would be the various planets of the medium. free parking would be skaia and go would be prospit while jail is derse.
