"I Never Said That I Was Brave" pt2

There are some quite complicated social equations.

A wish to abolish gender --- The subject that destabilises the binary --- The natural fallacy

In the middle of that equation is the subject, the lyric "I". This character will be made to continually testify. They will be hounded by the wish to deconstruct and the ideologies of natural gender. Both of them at once. Hate crimes against trans* people. Natural women. Alpha males. Radicals. It is not possible to merely live. They must live to testify. Their visibility will be their act of martyrdom. Or try this: You live in a political situation where you have been told the laws of civility. At the same time things that you do in your day to day life have direct links to the torture and murder of people you will never look at. You have been told what is a democratic decision. You have never chosen a form of governance. You have been told what a debate is. You have spoken with corpses in your mouth. Until that is understood there is not a unit of sense in any single schema. "I did not mean any harm" does not equate to "I did no harm". We are harm. To most of the globe we embody it, pronounce it. We are the enemies of the soil we stand on. Then there are the circumstances of day to day living. Do you ever feel you are being watched? No. Embodying harm does not mean you can justify feeling guilty. Guilt is the fascist inside you cackling. There is no movement from point one to point two. There is an entropic motion of spheres perhaps but you are not hanging off a hook and this won't get you off. Nobody likes to be interrogated. Yet here we are put on the slab for your discussions. Men are still at large. They way they win is imagine the natural fallacy and the wish to abolish gender abolishing instead their intrinsic contradictions and acting as an agent of death against the subjects who dare to dissolve parts of their taught genders. You are now an agent of that violence. It's like every kind of splitting. The desire for unity is tantamount in some situations to the desire for the death of the other. They were taking photographs to send to the estranged families of people who are 70% more likely to consider or commit suicide. They called this the "documenting of a reasonable debate". I cannot write about these people in clear language because they will doxx me. Before you begin to say the word "reasonable" consider the power relations. "There is only one way out", they thought as they balanced on the edge of the bridge. There is no radical movement in enforced binaries. There is no psychedelic plane in the enforcement of motionlessness. Sometimes someone says something to you that makes you want to die. That is not an abstract metaphor. We were sitting by the window. Neither is it a logical set of circumstances. The enemies of the soil do not get to speak with logical voices. They howl in the wind. They do not posses the powers of reason. There is an argument to be made for removing the bodies inside our brains piece by piece. Apart from that "I am afraid". "I do not mean harm" when "I know not what speaking is" or "I do not know what I mean" or "creating a world devoid of context". It will end with a few horrible men wondering around in the dark screaming "faggot!", "fucking bitch!", "you deserve rape!": All of the walls will be gone. There will be nothing left to echo. They will be stamping on bodies and dead soil. They will beg their own shadows to take offence.