Why would I support GamerGate, when I’m not a games enthusiast myself? I’m a very casual gamer; I don’t obsess over each new release or go piling up a virtual shopping cart of games on Steam every time there’s a sale. So why should I care?
Well. There’s this.
But the real thing that crossed the line, for me personally? “Gamers are dead.”
You know who those punks are talking smack about? My dad. My brothers. My HUSBAND.
Oh no you didn’t, you bigoted electron-wasters.
I can’t stand hypocrites. I can’t stand narcissistic predators. I certainly can’t stand radical feminist activists, who have a tendency to be both of the above. But what really ticks me off? They ATTACKED my FAMILY. Neckbearded cis white males living in parents’ basements? You think those men don’t have families that love them, so they’re safe targets for your hate? Guess again. You think all gamers meet that stereotype? You’re not just a bigot, you’re a moron.
You know what? I never had “normal” friends past the age of six or so. My social life, as an extremely introverted bookworm, was nonexistent – until I became friends with gamers. I often don’t agree theologically, politically, ideologically, etc. with everyone else in the gaming community – and I’m okay with people disagreeing with me and thinking I’m wrong! Because those things are not what gaming is about! And trying to make gaming be about ideological conformity is WRONG. This is the last bastion of those who Don’t Fit In Anywhere Else. This is the real safe space – where people rise or fall in the eyes of their peers based on what they DO and not their physically-determined “identity.” In gaming, it doesn’t matter what your chromosomes are or what gender you identify as or who you’re attracted to or whether other people think you’re crazier than a psychologist convention. It doesn’t matter what you look like or where your ancestors came from or if you failed the sixth grade three times. It doesn’t even matter if you’re rich as Croesus or if you live off of ramen cups in a dingy apartment. All of the limitations of physical reality that bind us in “the real world”? None of that matters in gaming. And that’s a precious, precious thing that needs to be protected from identity grievance-mongers.
I also don’t mind that people in GamerGate will inevitably think that I have Raving Lunatic beliefs. I happen to think that about some of them right back. But as long as we’re OKAY with being DIFFERENT we can leave those differences aside and all get along and shoot Nazi zombies and have fun together. The enemies of GamerGate want to destroy that freedom. I happen to think it’s worth fighting for.
And nobody gets to say that my friends and family are “over” or “dead” or stereotype them as failures and use them as punching bags. I was on the sidelines until anti-GamerGate attacked my family. They attacked my friends. They were sticking knives into the backs of my precious people, spreading the bigotry and hatred that robs good men of opportunity and the respect they deserve as human beings. You know what? That makes GamerGaters my people, because even when we disagree about other things, we believe in truth, honesty, honor, freedom – and individuality.
Just because the jackbooted groupthink thugs aren’t stomping on my face yet doesn’t mean I’m not going to do all I can to thwart them now.