If you are an authoritarian, fundamentalist asshole leftist I will make your most charming shitlist for presenting a non-negotiable insistence on being myself.
Issue more directives Sly, that’ll work, or do like hymes and erase my published history and claim I have never been locked up in a hospital on grounds of mental instability, a horrifying if galvanizing in-the-moment smashup that’s been online 6 years for all to read, with my real name and everything.
Now, just because I have nothing to hide doesn’t mean I wear the personal case history as a legitimizing symbol, which is what the skeevy-minded do in order to manipulate. I don’t give a flying flip what people make of me, but oddly enough I’ve learned that this is the only attitude that actually gets a hearing, and nothing could be funner.
Tool for the perplexed: HALLO!
Kucinich and Mindfreedom are right, our president is a headcase. In a perfect world he would be out of the closet and his psychological problems a matter of relevance, and positive healing intervention. That’s the perfect world. In the real world, whatever is denied rules.
Nice fucking country, ruled by a twisted, narcissistic, dry drunk in denial. But, quiet you, think of the MOVEMENT. Whoops, I am not a cop. Are you?
Mental illness belongs to everyone. My strategy will remain the prodding and poking of fraudulent mundanes to cop to the skeletons in their belfries, as a way to undermine their sense of psychic superiority, and chip away at their Othering of the scapegoated labeled. Who got caught. That is the difference between the labeled and the non-labeled. I mean to suggest to the rational that it is only a matter of time. It’s a natural fact that if you live long enough you will lose your mind.
Depression = common cold of mental illness. Anyone not on psychotropics out there? Come out, come out, wherever you are.
How ironic that this dustup would happen around Halloween, All Saint’s Day, the Day of the Dead, permission to be scary. That’s what scares me, the special set aside time that legitimizes the normie flirtation with my own mad, mad, mad, mad world. Permission granted for one whole day of off-the-wall eccentricity and then back to work for our benighted Apollo. There’s a clue here, a way in, and that’s where I’m going.
I advocate full, open, social inclusion of people with psych disabilities, and not by passing for sane, but by trying to open up space for the sane to fraternize with this thing they invented that looks like me. I demonstrate my advocacy by resisting separatism, the counterproductive scourge of bullshit identity politics, and ownership of my humanity by any of the affinity groups in which I participate.
I don’t nurture my identities. Identifying with any label, even as a means to an end is a cage with no exit: there is no such thing as a “means” to an “end.” The means is the end. We don’t stockpile arms to create peace. Nations who try that tend to start wars, or as Maslow said, you are what you do. Full stop.
Thanks, I feel better now. I don’t care what people do, go your own way, find it and godspeed. I will say this: I am not what’s wrong with you. I will say this too: whatever the fuck I please, always.