How do I describe myself? I know there are others like me and similarly have fundamental parts of themselves hidden, such hiding being out of necessity and inability to do anything else. We hidden few know who we are, but our language, our tongue, seems not to. Oh, we’ll throw words around, sure, but what’s the use if such words fall on ears which are not tuned to their frequency. It seems as if language has left us behind, with its only words for us being ones of ridicule, if they exist at all. Somehow, words forgot us.
If only we had words, then maybe they would understand. We could speak clear mountains of who we are, not jumbled attempts of them.
Would many still not understand? Of course, but at least more would understand, and we could have the words to make them understand. We would have bridges of communication instead of having to swim across rivers. The words asserting us as things that exist merely by their presence in vocabulary.
Perhaps if there was a word for us like there are words for others, I might have discovered myself sooner. Perhaps when I did, others, now wielding the word, would have the means to understand me, would have the means to not hate. Perhaps such linguistic infrastructure is part of our way forward. Perhaps.