Fuck Molds

Fuck molds.

People love them. They love using them to judge others, and they love it even more when someone doesn’t fit. Because when you don’t fit this mold, they can point, squint, and decide you must belong in that other one they keep around for sorting inconvenient humans.

Their brains are simple that way.

I joke with friends that I got kicked out of the LGBT community because I think too much or because I love freedom. I say it jokingly, but honestly, it’s not that far from the truth.

I don’t get invited to many queer events. I don’t fit the tidy little mold. Yes, I’m the “T.” No, I don’t toe the Democratic Party line. I don’t wear masks six years after the pandemic. I don’t believe the government should engineer safety nets for people who refuse to take responsibility for themselves. I don’t believe the government should be our go-to solution for social problems, because frankly, it fucking sucks at it.

So what do I believe?

I believe in freedom, and with it, personal responsibility. I believe in the rule of law. I believe in the foundations this country was built on. I believe the right to keep and bear arms is essential to preserving individual liberty over the long term. I believe in working for what you want, and working hard for it. I believe that in a fair system, sustained effort actually pays off.

And none of that fits the approved LGBT mold.

I work for a living. I don’t march in the streets on one of my two precious days off each week. And yet that seems to be the expectation every time I dip a toe into the dating pool.

“Want to go to the protest with me?”

“Oh—didn’t realize there was one. I think I left the oven on.”

Molds are what politicians and pundits depend on. They keep the machine running. Reduce people to bins. Repeat the same caricatures about “the other side.” Demonize whole groups so nobody has to actually think.

And the public eats it up, because thinking is hard.

It’s easier to say, “they’re a fucking Republican,” than to say, “I believe in the rule of law… except when it’s inconvenient for people I like.” It’s easier to chant slogans from NPR or Fox than to sit with an uncomfortable idea, apply logic, listen to an opposing view, and maybe, god forbid, adjust your own position.

Nobody wants to think anymore. They just want to perform identity.

And that is the problem with America today.

Anyway, yeah. That’s why I live alone. That’s why I don’t date. Because in New Mexico, being queer and loving liberty are apparently mutually exclusive, at least according to the leftist ideologues who dominate the local scene.

Fuck the molds. I’m not fitting into them anyway.