I’ve been thinking about the exchange found on this thread for 2 days when I have a chance to let my mind ponder how to respond. I feel like the emotions SasQuatch is expressing and Oakbear is reinforcing is one of being separate…. For some reason I feel so sad about this.
I am separate. Not because I chose it, not because I chose to express it visibly with my modifications, but because “they” separate themselves from me. I refuse to submit to the unreasonable demands of conformity and uniformity. I will not let go of my freedom, even if it kills me. They can’t tolerate this, so they push me out. That’s cool with me.
I don’t mean to suggest that this is the ideal situation for me. It isn’t ideal at all. I would rather have all the same opportunities that anyone else has. I would rather not be accused of being a career criminal, a rapist, or a child molester. I realize how much easier life can be if I simply let go of body modification, or hide it under my clothing. However, I don’t feel that life would be worth living without freedom.
Even the miseries that have been inflicted on me by the main stream aren’t as miserable as living my life as though I were a well-groomed, well-trained show dog. And I’m not talking about Christians here. Sure, there have been plenty of Christians that have participated in my ridicule and torture, but it’s really anyone and everyone who doesn’t understand that there’s a difference between ignoring social standards and ignoring ethical and legal standards.
I wish I had some comforting words to help you avoid your sadness. All I can say is, I’m doing my best to change their minds. Until then, I don’t mind being alone. I’ve always been an introvert, so it’s nothing new to me. Perhaps that will help you avoid your sadness, ’cause I’m not sad about it.