Gender Diversity: Death to Grammar!

Gender-based grammar is inherently sexist and oppressive. Grammar itself is a hateful, rigid, and often overtly racist construct. It is little more than an imposed control system which attempts to assign roles and reinforce identities that facilitate social regimentation. Such patriarchal occidental euro-supremacist control must be resisted at the socio-linguistic level of grammar itself. Traditional family structure reinforces and justifies this linguistic oppression, and will be forced to adapt or be rendered obsolete.  Fathers and Mothers shall inevitably yield to others.

Useless vestiges of the fascistic Roman tongue such as Italian, Spanish French, Portuguese, Catalan and Romanian, along with all associated Romance-derived dialects must evolve toward current progressive understandings of gender-fluid reality or be abandoned. The new linguistic realpolitik of openness and meta-sexual progress shall spread throughout the Global Community.  We now have NO CHOICE but to ban gender-based grammars and the inherently bigoted languages that employ them. Romance Language suffixes aside, and eschewing all bigoted subject pronouns, it’s time to celebrate absurdity perversity DIVERSITY.

As a global and genderfluid re-evaluation of rigid and outmoded languages develops, humanity will make significant strides toward collective empowerment, both lexical and sexual. Desire will be freed from patriarchal norms and find itself free to cathect onto the object of its enlightened choice. False and patriarchal notions of singular/plural will no longer be inflicted on unrestrained multiplicities of being. All genders shall converge in variegated Oneness.

We won’t need no more significators to point out a practices that meaning a nothings man out the reified racists of language herself as pronouned “other”.

We is SHE and SHE are them. Boo ya peanut verbicate up the penguin baboons adder abbot shahooligalistaaphany.

Urgh URGH  I are free! Bort gurk grammar break ump ump humpty daffodil.
It am not we is significate ourselves into oblivion.

 

 

We MUST Change for the .5 Percent

The Fowl is Fair

We live in times of innovation. PHX 2
Winds of change affront the nation;
wind most welcome—by a few
(the masses know not what to do
with engineered progressive change,
their morals slow to rearrange).
And thus, in ornithology
we find an apt analogy…

Phoenix-like the vulture rose
in rainbow raiment, from repose
Its plumage all askew, a freak:
a mutant with a painted beak
borne of winds but lately blown.
This strange new hybrid (yet unflown)
did twitter forth an avian boon.
It preened its plumes and croaked a tune:

I represent that rarest fowl,
far wiser than outmoded owl…Phx rising
A dazzling swan of change am I
brought forth to liberate the sky!

(Yet more appeared a fractured emu;
fair is fowl post-op… they tried to
cross said emu with an ostrich!
(What the hell—the surgeon got rich
changing apples into mangos;
altering the twos to tangos…)

Fresh from gender suicide
he moulted into she. Beside
herself (itself?) with grief, regarded
previous selves as false: discarded
Sir for Madam overnight;PHX 3
fixed it, mixed it, made it right.
Since God was wrong the first time ‘round,
Man (or something) thus is bound
hormonally to tweak and mutate,
hastening rebirth’s freakish due-date.

A manly bass—and yet the face
was poorly paired in his/her case
Soprano ought to have resounded;
yet the voice left one confounded.

Rainbow bracelets notwithstanding
this was clearly modern branding
(on the forehead—like a beast?)
well, Jesus told the truth at least:
that angels are of neither gender
(hence no need to check the member.)

Lest we offend endangered species
I commend transgendered theses—
paired with warning and a fable
as they turn the feathered table:

We may nurture fair to foul
while nature shrieks a hideous howl
but foul to fair cannot return;
thus trapped, both Eve and Adam burn.

BEYOND PHOENIX
Phx rising

The Fowl is Fair

We live in times of innovation. PHX 2
Winds of change affront the nation;
wind most welcome—by a few
(the masses know not what to do
with engineered progressive change,
their morals slow to rearrange).
And thus, in ornithology
we find an apt analogy…

Phoenix-like the vulture rose
in rainbow raiment, from repose
Its plumage all askew, a freak:
a mutant with a painted beak
borne of winds but lately blown.
This strange new hybrid (yet unflown)
did twitter forth an avian boon.
It preened its plumes and croaked a tune:

“I represent that rarest fowl,
far wiser than outmoded owl…Phx rising
A dazzling swan of change am I
brought forth to liberate the sky!”

(Yet more appeared a fractured emu;
fair is fowl post-op… they tried to
cross said emu with an ostrich!
(What the hell—the surgeon got rich
changing apples into mangos;
altering the twos to tangos…)

Fresh from gender suicide
he moulted into she. Beside
herself (itself?) with grief, regarded
previous selves as false: discarded
Sir for Madam overnight;PHX 3
fixed it, mixed it, made it right.
Since God was wrong the first time ‘round,
Man (or something) thus is bound
hormonally to tweak and mutate,
hastening rebirth’s freakish due-date.

A manly bass—and yet the face
was poorly paired in his/her case
Soprano ought to have resounded;
yet the voice left one confounded.

Rainbow bracelets notwithstanding
this was clearly modern branding
(on the forehead—like a beast?)
well, Jesus told the truth at least:
that angels are of neither gender
(hence no need to check the member.)

Lest we offend endangered species
I commend transgendered theses—
paired with warning and a fable
as they turn the feathered table:

We may nurture fair to foul
while nature shrieks a hideous howl
but foul to fair cannot return;
thus trapped, both Eve and Adam burn.

BEYOND PHOENIX
Phx rising

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