It was an average Tuesday. An email that suggested I kill myself; a private message that painted a vivid picture of my family burning for eternity; no fewer than twelve comments about being washed in the blood of a 2000 year old zombie and one particularly lovely message warning me never to show my face in Pakistan or “Who knows what happen!”.
I’ve never not been able to handle this. I am able to see it for what it really is: strangers who are frightened by me. It’s all them, not me. My skin gets thicker every day, because that is the only reasonable way to deal with this shit. However, I still seek out relief, and on this past Tuesday, I did so by heading to the channel of one of my favourite Youtubers, Dave Rubin.