Short and sweet, I’m unpinned. Physically, not mentally.
Such a fine and well-intentioned idea: wear a pin to support oppressed people when they may feel threatened. Well thought-out logistically? Not sure. Certainly lots of of raging debate — the good, the bad and the ugly. Lots of it from overly opinionated cis hetero whites who wanted to own the discussion, as we so frequently do. I see no need to go into it here yet again.
It seemed like a good idea to, hey, ask our oppressed friends what they actually want. But even with the best intentions, it seemed like we were doing a lot of triggering in the process.
So. I’ve never needed a pin to be human before. To care. To do what’s right. To love one another. Not saying I’m perfect, but let’s just try be the best people we can be.