I think it's a HORRIBLE tendency. What the hell kind of world are we trying to make with our activism, one where there is no room to change?

I mean. For example. My mother said some not-so-great things when she was coming to terms with my sexuality. Not as bad as some by any means, but iffy and hurtful. And that was HARD and I was furious and sad, but I did trust her to figure it out (even as I yelled), and she did. It took her some eight or ten months, but she did.

ILU. ♥