Acquiescent support of global despotism; anxiety, fear, desperation; bashing of lesbian, bi, gay, trans, queer, questioning; chemically processed, genetically-modified foods; cold-blooded murders of persons not straight, white Anglo-Saxon, Aryan protestant; demise of middle class; Donald Trump, his government, his sympathisers; fundamentalist evangelicalism; hate, prejudice, inequality; indifference, complaisance, compliance; industrialised agriculture, pharmaceuticals, food production, religion; loan industry debt-pimps; NRA, its members; oligarchical usurpation of rights, freedoms, livelihood of 99%; rape and ravaging of environment; patriarchal supremacy.
By universal natural law, everyone will get precisely what she or he deserves. If you have lived a toxic life; if you have in fear, cowardice, or complaisance supported or indulged in any of the above poisons, hostilities, resentments, malevolences, malignancies; the flag you brandish outside your door is that of the coronavirus, Covid-19, bidding it to enter. If you have lived a toxic life, you will die a toxic death. The crimes you witness in silence are your crimes; their punishment, yours. Vengeance by celestial, by earthly, by universal decree.
All that I write here must read perversely and irrelevantly to those who are still beholden to societies that are in any way complaisant, homogeneous, obedient – by their stifling definitions, within their uninspired constraints; those of you who look to others for approval, for direction, for reassurance; those of you whose fantasies remain fantasies, only vicariously fulfilled, thus minimally realised. You could be brilliant, but you are cowards.
Different from, contrary to – if so imagined – heterosexual inclination, are these other also quite normal and healthy manifestations of human sexual and gender identity, other expressions of intelligent impartiality – lesbian, gay, bisexual, transsexual, transgender, trans-sensual, queer, third-gender, gender fluid, gender defiant, questioning, faggot, sissy, intersexual, omnisexual, pansexual, asexual…slut, whore…
How is it that one can be ashamed of who she or he is? Wherein lies the embarrassment for fulfilling one’s destiny? Shame is the lie others tell you about yourself. Embarrassment, but the self-admonishment felt in endeavouring to be someone you are not; in having been discovered as a deceiver, an imposter, a hypocrite. It is better to be hated for who you are, than to be loved for who you are not.
The most courageous act is to think for yourself – aloud – to disembroil yourself from the ravelled, choking maze of caution; to be as you appear, to appear as you are.
Be proud. Proclaim your destiny with unflinching, uncompromising dedication.
Choose to be now, or then.