Demi Lovato and those pronouns.
The fascist euphemisms of the phallogocentrist parsing of the queer soul.I
For a while I’ve wanted to spurn Derrida by destructively deconstructing the petulant heart of Demi Lovato. Focusing on her bullshit gender and contrived pronoun nonsense as a litmus test of re****ed…is unfortunately controversial. The last thing I’d want to do is defer the merit of my language to a narrative collapse like Lovato. There are people out here with actual disorders that reflect the number of moving parts involved between growth, homeostasis and how the two reflect and inhabit the neural structure intrinsic to the brain’s gendered architecture within the body.
That said - while I’d never hesitate to use inflammatory rhetoric to undermine and destroy public & political discourse, I’d like to make myself clear: this is not a matter of bucking progressive ideological trends, nor is it a discursive approach towards reflecting cultural norms as a stubborn approach to being a dick. I mock the gendered bullshit that Miss Lovato has crowned herself with because it’s literally nonsensical word vomit with the cadence of real world precedent.
I do not respect the infinite shades of nuance being explicated out from an ignorant close reading of cultural norms as reflecting a truth worth enunciating.
I get it. You’re sad that ppl categorize you (reductively, you say) into the abstraction of the world’s 7.8 billion people…you know, a boy or a girl. Because, as populations go, the evolutionary context for your body actually has a degree of intrinsic value from the outside.
But you know what doesn’t have any merit? …whether or not you don’t like pink. Or whether or not you wear your hair long. Or, even, your silly preferences about clothing. You know why? I understand that you don’t like being abstracted into the ether. Abigail likes pink because she has a vagina, but you…you…you like purple. And you are offended. To be othered against the back drop of 7.8 billion people is to be oppressed. Jason from Toledo needs to know that you’re not like all the other girls - you don’t like chocolate! 😡
You know what?
I believe you!
but Jesus Christ…I don’t fucking give a damn. Back before we had 69 shades of victim status to reflect the unhealthy repression of our experiences as an abstract binary of approximations that point at what we aren’t, in sequence, until what we actually are can be inferred…back while we were still on the long hard road out of our evolutionary adaptation out of hell…we also had personalities.
A personality is not a fucking gender that you’re molded into society at the expense of. Unlike the world of re****s - it’s actually standard procedure to note that human diversity doesn’t begin with X & Y chromosomes being magnified by the SRY loci of the Y chromosome…and end with Twilight, Taylor Swift and the color pink. That’s what we call a ‘working solution’ that we reduce into a binary abstraction — the lines of nuance being blurred until the remaining consideration is an unknown quantity that we consider in an academic sense based on those traits that cannot be simplified further without a certain loss of data…this event horizon as that point where we can extrapolate backwards pretty much every characteristic of biological nuance…specifically…that is worth knowing and beyond which point the humanity of the abstraction begins to lose meaning.
Basically - it’s what we need to know.
And, yes, the implication of that hate fact is that we don’t generally need to know what your favorite color is or how you feel about your relationship to gender stereotypes. You’re not gender fluid because you have a vagina and don’t like the color pink. You don’t even have to like vampires or Starbucks or chipotle. If you have a vagina…I don’t need to know how you distinguish yourself from the other 7.8 billion humans out there unless I fucking want to. Same with everyone else. You’re not gender fluid sexually dysmorphic fairy gendered binary gnostic archons because you like playing Skyrim. If that trivial bullshit is worth pitching a fit and laying claims on your right to be acknowledged in a certain way by the rest of the world - you can get fucked. Yeah, I get that it’s not too hard to keep track of at any given moment - but it’s still irrational nonsense that only serves you at the expense of every other person.
And that’s why you’re just a fucking obstacle grating on everyone’s nerves and getting in the way. To have the audacity to insinuate yourself into the lives of every other person…for no reason other than your own vain satisfaction…well…
That’s presents a unique problem. Your intrinsic relevance is proportional to your square root…divide yourself into every other person and your meaning is lost precipitously as the relevance of you relative to every other person like you devolves from human interest bullshit like sexuality, family units, etc…before collapsing into itself like a stupid nova before wasting everyone’s time with ‘facts’ like ‘oh, I like football’ because we needed to know. 🙄
I’m sorry to seem like a dick, but I’m not the dick who felt entitled, in spite of the profound redundancy of myself, to invoke the exponential fracturing of humanity into a unremarkable din of statistical noise as the origin story for ‘why I’m not like all the other girls’. I understand that it’s cool how you go to sleep, you wake up and you’re still you every time - but you are not sacred any more than the idea of you as an abstract corollary of me is sacred for establishing the notion of humanity as a universal, a priori & unquantifiable framework of experience approached at. Not unlike transcendental expressions of Kabbalah, Sufism, Gnosticism, Manicheaism, and other Hermeneutic abstracts of meaning. This, seen in the collective plurality of humanity as an abstraction beyond self…is conceptualized as spirit projected against the walls of Plato’s cave…and this, then, experienced as a spiritual expression of the mystery of life — as a sacred truth magnified against the unknowable secular object of the world… whose vulgarity can be only be understood as it can be quantified, measured and reflected forth towards a profane indifference only characterized in relation to us (and then projected against the world as a means of quantifying and making relative sense of the random thermodynamic mess inferred from our surroundings.)
Ok!
That’s why your new gender is just onanistic, masturbatory bullshit. We can start with the gender binary and then work backwards to accommodate & account for statistically relevant distinctions who’s vectored role against and underlying our population is reflected by distinct statistical and categorical ideas that can be further cross referenced against themselves for their statistical, and predictable, character as characterized by the dynamics of set theory. Without quantifying and explicating these variables a greater comprehension of the arc of existence as a function of biological chaos set in a superordinate position against the limitless nothing of chaos and entropy ever collapsing into greater & greater disorder. It is against this background of immutable, uroboric, positive feedback — this loop of primordial chaos and noise — that we are conceptualized as having meaning. As sense making apparati we are characterized as being with meaning. Without the endless endlessness of chaos against which we impose order experienced as meaning and sense. The bounds of our imposition of order on chaos are understood symbolically through a creative process that reflects the subjective expression of ourselves defined and limited by the relative experiences of ourselves in the world. This mythmaking process of symbolic interaction within the world as tho shaped by the surface tension of order against chaos is the root of artistic life. If humanity is anything, it is the continuing nuance and navigation between the bounds of life as an island of order & sense being solved for in real time by and along the infinite expanse of chaos’s yawning void —formlessness gulping after form.
Why do I say all that?
Because the nature of value as a common expression of something reflects not the ding an sich universality of reality, instead, the world as thing and idea is order imposed against the void…consistent only with its own internal algorithm. That is art. That is the nature of reality. That is the subjective character of meaning and truth rather than a ritual quantification of anything in relation to anything else.
This is why the truth of your gender is not a function of any universal conception or ideal form of gender/sex…it is what it is because that is the most pertinent expression of humanity. It is not materialistic bullshit as dogmatically invoked by Marx — it is the qualified conception of meaning as experienced by each of us.
Finally - what of transgender? I am trans and yet I’m shitting on others for being tangential to my experience of truth. Curious.
Not really. I touched on this above when I pointed out the emergent nature of life as being more than the forward cascade of gender characteristics multiplied by time…in the wild. There is an internal consistency to our experience of reason and it reflects the cumulative expression of all life consistently. To account for this we have to consider those instances where sexuality is not oriented in favor of evolution; where, like other disorders, there is a degree of approximation as hormones regulate gender while simultaneously shaping the neural connections that distinguish between male/female thought patterns…all while the de facto expression of a given person is some combined expression of these forces in some way. It does not always add up consistent to genitalia. As with everything else…depression, anxiety, schizophrenia are all a function in the ultimate personality of a given individual. Just as depression can shape a more timid, quiet, fearful and reserved person…discordant interaction between physiology, hormones and the interplay of the two towards behavior and personality are not always exactly consistent with the gender binary.
That said - you can be whatever you want; gender fluid or whatever…but demanding others address you with they/them pronouns is incoherent and petulant. That isn’t even how language fucking works. Seriously - if this is the condition of your life, you’re a dick.
Now!
Please stop being a fucking asshole. 🤗
Excellent!