Death to the philosophy of hatred and fear. Give birth to a new age of love and respect of all people

Dude in the Coal Mine

I was thinking, which is dangerous, I know, but if I was so darn confused for so long as a “cis” male in this wonderful western civilization we have here, what was it that was not working for a fairly intelligent <high five former male self> dude such that I was?

So there are a couple of options here. Numero Uno, we can glorify the wonders of Western Civilization (AHHHHHHHH) <bells ringing> and say that little old Abbie was just a birth defect… womp womp… because she didn’t fit into the nice neat, of course it’s natural, gender binary.

That was my assumption through most of my twenties. I just had to figure out what had to be corrected with me so that I could be the alpha, uber, male that all of the TV ads and catalogs were directing me to be. I was constantly tinkering with this and that thought and philosophy and trend and blah blah…

OK, sooo… Option Numero Dos: Western Civilization is rotten to the core, filled with lies and fantasy, and manipulation and intimidation and alienation AND it’s completely synthetic in that it does not give one shit for what you feel on the inside. It’s only important that you fit into the mold. The mold is easy to make and mass produce. Therefore the mold is good…

Love the mold. The mold is happiness. :/

Well, you see, when our DNA was evolving thousands of years before the invention of said “mold,” mr. DNA didn’t give one shit about no damn mold. The only mold DNA was concerned with was of the fungal variety.

We evolved to be who we are on the inside. We woke up in the terror dome.

yay…

Well, we can’t just close our eyes and wish it all away. So, we have to figure out how to reform these people, this machine, this system, this monstrosity into something resembling…

US! The mold has to look like us. We don’t have to look like the mold!

We know who we are. We’re proud of who we are. We know we’re different. We know we might seem scary. We don’t care anymore.

We want to live as ourselves. Game. Over.

Reboot…