Yeah, I think you’re spot on, and this is something I reflect on a lot. I know there have been times when I’ve failed as an ally. It’s so important to realize we’re not infallible.
I also consider myself fortunate I’ve had the life experiences I’ve had. Even though I live in a tiny rural state, I’m lucky enough to have known a lot of different groups of people. In fact, the first person I came out to as gay was a Muslim woman. And even though we’re a small community here, it’s been nice seeing more and more LGBTQIA+ people coming out. It’s just scary to think that can all drastically change in a moment. Last year’s Pride was the first time I felt compelled to carry pepper spray to the event. Feels like the tides are turning, and not in a good way.
Edit: Just want to add one thing. I don’t see my role here as activism, necessarily. I’m pretty active locally, and I feel compelled to uphold and defend myself as well as my neighbors and loved ones. I’m actually fine with echo chambers online because it’s the only place I can connect with like-minded people.