Jesus fucking Christ on a goddamn shit pogo stick. Stuff like this is a huge part of the reason I keep my "writing identity" (so to speak) separate from my "activism identity" and both of them hermetically hidden form my legal identity. I go to the most lukewarm "Trump is bad, maybe impeachment" protests and give a fake name when people ask because I'm sure that if someone found out that I was at a protest organized by, IDK, a person who used the R word one time ten years ago, and they could connect it to my legal identity, then I - an openly genderqueer, disabled immigrant - will get run out of the damn town. And as scared as I am for what that might mean for me, I'm even more terrified of what these people would do to my family. These people will report folks to CPS or the cops on fake accusations over this shit!

TBH, when it comes to conservatives whining about "Pee Oh Cees and females ruining media" I roll my eyes and add another Woman of Color to my works out of sheer spite. But like two years ago I floated the idea of writing a DID system in one of my novels and asked for advice... and the only responses I got were "you're a singlet? Don't." And even though investigation on those people's blogs revealed that they were all exclusionists or antis or whatever, so, not exactly people whose opinions I'll take wholesale... I still haven't done it. Because I mean. If the community I'm trying to represent doesn't want that representation, and people outside the community don't want me to make that representation... then what's the point? At least when I'm writing a bipolar, autistic, brain damaged ex-addict who dresses like a nonbinary unicorn I'm making representation for me, so I automatically have one person happy with the results.