Where Labels Go To Die

They die or metastasize in the soul. It all depends. We either foster these gender roles that are completely and utterly wrong and bullshit and hold to ideals that were past down from lesser ideologies. I think that goes for suicide as well. If someone really and truly wants to die then who is somebody to tell them otherwise. We may offer an alternate choice and our personal salvation but it is totally up to that soul to accept or reject and continue following their own path. We have such deep belief systems either rooted in religion or even the general societal attitude towards death exacerbated and encouraged by religion: such as life is sacred. I am inclined to believe that when we die we simply transition to another one. So for me death, is merely a transition. I feel like life itself is one giant transition of the mind. From being closed to becoming as open as possible. Life is just one giant dick fucking our minds until it opens up. Our minds are so tight. When really our minds should be the vagina of a veteran whore. Open and ready.

I think it’s knowing that labels have no true hold on us as sentient beings. We merely exist. Simply consciousness. We are. We be. Not man, or woman, male or female but just exist. We follow emotion and our hearts lead us to where we individually need to go. It’s scary as fuck for someone who has been entrenched in religious ideals their whole life and feel like a walking sin but, life is not for the faint of heart. I always thought people who committed suicide to be so fuckin’ brave. Truly bravehearts full of inspiration to be able to pull their plug. If one feels their heart leading one that way, who am I to challenge that and say no? I may voice my opinion but they have full authority to follow their gut and gut themselves. I may feel like a woman right now and letting myself feel that it is totally ok is one thing; and knowing that I may or may not transition at any time is another. I can follow my own timeline, path and pace. I would honestly like to be androgynous. Like Michael Jackson. Or even Mick Jagger and Prince and many beautiful artists depicted elements of androgyny. I admire native tribes for their embrace of the human spirit as neither male nor female. They have something called Two Spirit. Where they believe one can hold two different spirits inside of themselves. It is so fascinating and scary for an ex christian such as I to explore.

As for myself today I am finished talking about my feelings for now. I am overwhelmed with my personal journey and shit has hit the fan. One day I WILL see shit actually hit a fan. Either by throwing some at an actual fan or making a potato cannon and launching some at a giant windmill. Maybe both. Then I can say I’ve actually seen shit hit THE fan. All I know is I’m now at a standstill reevaluating everything. I mean literally everything. Even what I thought I wanted. What sorcery is this? Fire mage sorcery level 99 with cloak of the truth activated on speed attack is what sorcery this is. What fuckery might this be? Goose fuckery of legend proportions. I was going to post a pic but I’m tired of seeing myself.