Yes, but seldom to my face. It has always been an indirect characterization by the majority of people who react to the same posts as I do; ones that appear in my feed. To be honest, it doesn’t hurt much, most of the time, they’re ignorable. However, they still work as stereotypes — ones so far from the truth that it seems as if the people who say them have never truly met one of you. Never interacted with your kind. In case you’re unaware, I happen to be a Muslim from Pakistan in my teens (16 as of late). For being what I am:
The Thinnest Thread of Light
Anyone familiar with the work of Vancouver’s Rodney DeCroo will know how trauma informs his art. The son of a violent and PTSD-ridden Vietnam…