Hey, I just read your essay and I loved it! Being part of the LGBT community, you see a lot of superficiality. There's a lot of people out there who would rather be shallow (and proud of it) than to be introspective and truly examine and reflect not only how society views them, but how they choose to view it. It truly was a great pleasure to ready your essay and find someone out there that puts thought into their words.
Cheers!

Thanks for the +Fav! ^_^

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"Everything here is eatable, even I'm eatable. But that, my children, is called cannibalism and it is frowned upon in most societies."

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Hiii! Who are you? You seem really cool though. DITC is awesome.

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"Everything here is eatable, even I'm eatable. But that, my children, is called cannibalism and it is frowned upon in most societies."

Thank you for the favourite!!!

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Good golly you have added me! Thank you and it is an honor!

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I shall begin here to fulfill the promise I made some eighteen hours ago. First of all it is a delight and a pleasure to meet you, Internet-style, and it was a pleasure to read your essay.
For roughly thirty years I read among other things philosophic works, starting with the pre-Socratics and ending pretty much with Lyotard and Baudrillard; the latter pretty much ended my patience with philosophy and philosophers as I found so many to be obscure (Kant), verbose (Hegel, Sartre) or out of touch with the world. I would begin reading articles / essays/ journals tc with material by Queer Theorists but at that point in my life (roughly 1998 - 2001) I was dealing with major depression, having survived two suicide attempts I abandoned philosophy pretty thoroughly. If today you asked me what writers I read I could not tell you, all that I recall was reading much sensible stuff on how the straight world has falsely assumed the role of what is proper gender / gender-role and what is not. Bad off as I was I was brightened at the time, for a bit, that folks much younger than I were digging in on issues that had long needed redress; with my world turning vacant and grey about me, I could at least go to sleep at night and see Boswell's first book in its place on my shelves. My other impression was, "I'm not alone, someone else feels this way." Growing up bisexual in the late '50's / early '60's meant growing up gay simply because Der Sigmund's legacy said there was no such thing as a bisexual person. Ideas about sexual spectrums were decades away. Gym locker 1961, fascinated by the body of the boy changing next to me: my god I'm a homosexual what is wrong with me. At the beach with my brother 1961: the waves have removed the top of a good-looking woman's bikini and I am reacting the same way as the gym-locker episodes. Conclusion, I must be a REAL freak. Add three early experiences with peers, one girl, two boys (not all at once! :}) and I was conFUSED...aaand Moms sussing out my ambivalence starts making cracks about queers out of the blue...lotta fun, lotta nasty memes. Add some strrrrict Prrrresbyterian rrreligion an hoot mon, y've got ha fookkt oop kid. Me.
It wasn't until I began therapy with something highly illegal in 2001 that I got a handle on any of it, first, sex was just plain fun, second, sex was THE spiritual doorway, even for people like myself who can be considered atheists in the practical sense because I /we do not by the hierarchy of either a He-God or a She-God(dess). Memes may be indestructable but they can be superseded, overwritten with more powerful - and sensible - analogs. And gender? We are all of us all gender, all of the time, basically fuck Jung and his anime/anima, it's hiding in plain sight.
*comes up for air*
You see that I write and think lyrically, I was never meant to be analytically-minded, I didn't create /recreate myself that way. I can say logical things and make logical decisions, but logic beyond basic epistemology, or the step-by-step lyrical pseudo-logic of Wittgenstein's TRACTATUS is beyond my grasp.
And that, my friend, is my garrulous and rambling introduction of myself to you. From here I am going to read your other essays and I know that I am in for a treat.

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Misses you.

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MISSES YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

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