Why don't we talk openly and candidly about how the other person is feeling is more the conventional root activist/artist peers fall pray to, rather than grappling with one's own identity, no matter how loathsome. It's becoming easier to agree, than disagree. The imposing of identity will only set into motion incremental catastrophe.
In other words, to dishonor my own father's house for my neighbor's saké is troyin' to be like Jonathan 'n treiflin'. It's more innovative to shatter Pop Notions and Potions, than be slick to conformity. Serpentine is Sambatyon: not a lover on the side, while home-slice is burning.
Perhaps it's 'bout time each clean up their own nasty-ass rooms, first, before Lakwatsa ng Lakwatsa [as my strict folks — with alien eyes and razor mouths — used to say, loosely translated in English As A Conventional Weapon: TRUANCY].
"When you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to reform." — Mark Twain
