Grindr has piqued my curiosity since found it at 16, a mirage of community in rural Ireland. remember my heart pounding as got my first messages, desperate for some connection, for anything. remember adopting the values found; there was always something to be looked down on, someone lesser than was. It seemed that not only was there a hierarchy, but that my position in it was integral to my worth.
Ibelieved that men had a right to my body, objectified myself willingly. At my most vulnerable, was taught that wasn’t good enough and that should hate parts of myself that were deemed ugly by status quo. It took me years to understand the damage and I’m still slowly deconstructing the effects of it. feel need to say that don’t think Grindr is the sole cause of what went through, but as my introduction to the gay community, it perpetuated so many negative ideals that didn’t know how to challenge.