<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Queer on Natha's Archive</title><link>https://nathas-archive.com/tags/queer/</link><description>Recent content in Queer on Natha's Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://nathas-archive.com/tags/queer/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Kak, why do they hate us?</title><link>https://nathas-archive.com/blog/kak-why-do-they-hate-us/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://nathas-archive.com/blog/kak-why-do-they-hate-us/</guid><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this journal entry to console myself after hearing rough comments in my past office. I want to put disclaimer that my past colleagues were exceptionally lovely people, but our differences were clear in this subject.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak&lt;/em&gt;, why do they hate us so much? I am tired of being disappointed by other people. Are we that disgusting for them? It’s as if we live by smashing mouths and bodies. As if we choose to ruin our bodies just for the thrill of it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>