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Tell Austin Butler he has a story coming.
Use AI detection tools if you doubt me. I write every word. I just don’t think my sometimes-subscription to midjourney adds to the water problem other than by financial support. Do you consume Nestle products? I don’t unless it’s a treat of chocolate Häagen-Dazs.
I got a little into the idea of being special when I realized my birthday was hot for Harmonic Convergence 87. It’s not that though. There are a lot of people from that year and after here to make change. It’s intention of people seen through by consciousness itself, imo, chill out about my faith.
Prayers get answered in time.
Elderly people, and their cronies, like my family, see youthful spirituality as innately evil…
Everything is projection. Truth starts from knowing that in your bones. You see it in yourself. That’s where you take care of it.
I took it so far around people who don’t do the work at all they’d see me dead rather than respect excellence before them. People deny their talents. Everyone has natural ability. Mine has always been omni-directional in a creative sense. My life’s greatest passion has always been supporting other artists. Never once have I been supported that way in return. It’s a part of why I do it. I’m not going to be a part of the problem.
If someone shares their art with me, or I even get the opportunity to offer assistance, I take that and run with it.
We’re all artists, and the ‘regular people’ who see themselves as such hate a person stepping from the mold of consumer identity. Insecurity bleeds the productive.
That’s been my whole life. I’ve always been a genius. I always made everything I touched hilarious and hot. I’ve always been a joy to create with if you don’t have ego.
What happened to art? What happened to mythology? What happened to talent?
It’s all still here and people just ignore it. They take art’s comfort food and expect that kind of energy to be pandered into everything. Nobody can take a harsh word. People think the truth is mean.
Everybody has their own truth. We’re all supposed to be speaking it.
I’m not authoritative. I’m honest.
That’s how it’s supposed to work. You aren’t supposed to cripple your mind and language with doubt you don’t have. You’re supposed to speak it plainly and trust people to have the intelligence and backbone to stand by their own. We don’t cut teeth. We don’t learn right. We don’t trust what we know about ourselves and then attack the few without imposter syndrome.
I’m an ingenious trans woman. I’m spectacularly intelligent. I’m sorry those exist. I’m sorry if your traumatized body of lies tells you they can’t. I’m sorry I won’t take pills to make me dumber for y’all. I’m sorry I know mysticism is projection of truth in the body. I’m sorry if you don’t want the first near-fully embodied, genuine Jesus-person of our lifetime to be a trans woman. I’m sorry if my womanhood borne of trauma upon my male body is challenging to your identity.
I’ve healed so much that I know truth by how it reflects in my body.
I’m not sorry at all.
