Stress

It comes and goes. This feeling of anxiety over the world, the direction of my society, whether or not things are going to be okay

At times I cope with it well

And others, like tonight, I barely hold it together

The foxes cower in fear

They are afraid of what they do not know

The bird, ever watchful, observes

She will remain for the foxes

She will not yield to their fear

I hope things end up being okay

I live in fear that they won't be

But I ignore this feeling as best I can

Fear is how fascists win

I must live in resistance of them

They cannot be permitted to win

I will not live in their box

They do not control me

There is a quote from a comic I adore that I feel best represents my intentions with my blog, my website, this slice of my own existence that I have put here on the internet, and what it stands to oppose (Plain or Simple, 11)

The Nazi party has always been very invested in art, in looking good. Fashion, logoism, technically good "art"...

When I learned about it in depth, it spoke to me. It said to me that art isn't an inherent gesture of humanity, the charisma of art can turn people into irredeemable subhumans.

And a Nazi knows this, propaganda speaks for itself. Everything a Nazi does is deliberate, every choice an action of a panicked animal's instinct. This said to me more, MORE importantly

That something about abstraction strikes fear in a nazi's heart, and there is nothing more I'd want from my art

The fascists of today wish to unwrite my existence from this world. They hate those that are queer, they despise those that seek to control their own existence.

They wish I would die. They want to eradicate me from existence. They want to unwrite me

They are scared animals, and they wish to control that which they refuse to understand.

They wish to control art, to rewrite it into their own twisted vision

They wish to define order, to mandate their labels, to replace logic with their will.

To substitute all that exists for that which they permit

My existence will not be contained by their order, by their labels, and their twisted definition of "good"

I am the bird of this forest, and I shall never fucking yield to a fascist

I'm not a fucking "biological male".

I am a woman