On gender
Gender in itself is freedom.
Intelligent people tend to be gender fluid. Gender is a kind of a spectrum that requires exploration that intelligent people are fond of. Or, perhaps, gender is the self in which one is truly a child, the purest expression of mankind. Or, gender is the empty self that demands regard.
Or, gender is the declaration that sex is insufficient for a human being. That the confinement of a person to a single, biological determination affords no man the kind of freedom that life offers. Or, gender is that which one can simply throw away, the self that is abandoned to be free.
Gender is the locus of self-knowledge and self-appreciation, a crowning of the human person as a dignified yet fashionable human identity. Gender is the restoration of sense of being, the identity that once was lost in natural science. Gender is the revolution of the contained us.
Gender is the mark of a conscious being. It is the hallmark of a person wanting to be free in a world full of rules and restrictions. It is the self wanting to be whatever it desires to be.
Gender, therefore, is an insult to biological design, that it attempts to replace it with an alternative that goes exactly contrary to predetermined construction.
Gender in itself is freedom. Thus far, gender is freedom, and freedom, essentially, is gender. It is a way of identification of the perceived lived self, which, if it were to be truly free, should not be identified. Because the moment it seeks lexical confirmation, it loses its uncontainable essence. It is unchained. It is undictated. It is unnamable, but it does exist as it should be according to the free self, which even the supposed free self cannot point out.
Gender need not be named. It is simply the embrace of the self in which self can never be embraced. It is the self unbothered of how it is perceived by the other. It is simply an energy in the cosmos: unfading, free-flowing, eternal.
Gender is the human condition painted to be evil by society that is dismissive and unenquiring. Gender is the dormant, extremely repressed part of a person that cannot fit in the societal norm. It is deviant of society. It revolts, because it appears to be anti-structure, anti-norm, and anti-form.
