Discrimination will be found at least some point in life; from someone close, an acquaintance or a complete stranger. The internet harbors some people who show their real selves through text. It's easier to put up a facade of what people want us to think we are in person than online. Unfortunately, I am the same way online as I am in person; determined with my opinions but reserved with others, very quiet but I like to let people know what I'm up to so they know that I'm alive. Most of the time that I've been online, I've been looking for friends. I believe it's harder to make friends now because of my busy schedule or distance. That's something I've grown to accept over the years; that I'm not bubbly and social-- that's just not me.
Tying this to discrimination and the internet: people. Not everyone is nice and not everyone is mean. I've learned that since I was little and I tried to enforce it throughout my life. I get online to this social network website which gives anyone an option to send a question anonymously or not. It is kind of lame but it's something to do when there's no one online to talk to. I have over 100 friends on that site and no one but two or three people talk to me. I guess that's why I still have that account, though. The questions can be anything, really, but lately horny kids think it's appropriate to ask for nudes from other people and complain about why they're still single (which is stupid, if you ask me). I've grown fond of using the block button with people I'm not close to and being able not to get spam friend requests when I first unfriend them. Anyway, I get online to this website and I see that I've got quite a few questions to answer. The questions were, "r u a boy or a girl caus if u still have a vag im dtf." and "oh nvm i thout u were a girl. u shuld kill urself caus im not a faggot" and it progressively got worse with, "if i met u i wuld beat ur face til u bleed an mak u suk my com to mak u straight again". I don't know who has been asking these questions because they've asked them anonymously but they made such an effort to spam me questions like those since last night, assuming he has this built up rage towards me because of the way I am. I've reported the admins about the incident, they took it seriously after I mentioned that I was transgendered. So, I won't be visiting that site for a long while. Sometimes it's best not to lash back because that's what they want, for you to get mad and respond.
Sometimes I wish it were that easy telling people I were transgendered. I started a new term in school and I have three new professors. My cisgendered female professor seemed really open and understanding so I tried to come out to her. She knows I get addressed as "Nick" but she doesn't really get that I prefer male pronouns; at least, that's what I think. I don't hold it against her but it's pretty obvious when I dress in male clothes if not, all the time. My art professor seems really energetic, strongly opinionated but very kept to himself. I'm still in the process of composing an email to let him know how I feel about him using male pronouns and "Nick" instead of my given name but I feel awkward because there are so many people in that class. I mean.. I've got until June to see all of those people together in one room so I might take that chance and tell my professor. My math professor seems to loathe his job but he makes the best of it because "it's what pays". There's no use in telling him anything because he's just there to do his job and go home. I don't really care about telling him either because he has 30 other faces to remember.
Discrimination can be defined as harassment or abuse upon people of a particular age, sex or ethnicity but to me, it's how I get offended. If I find it threatening or harassing, I'll do something about it than complain and cry over it. I guess that's just part of sticking up for yourself, knowing your limitations while also being assertive. Fighting isn't always the answer but building an army is (and I mean that in a very figurative way).
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