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.



Gender-Fluid Army, Navy, Air-Force and Marines NOW !

Poultry in Motion

The dawn is nigh at hand. The clouds
begin to lift above the grange.
Arise, O Phoebus, bless the crowds—
let poultry roam the range.

I’ll bind a broom of gathered hay
to sweep the hen-house free of hate.
Let roosters hail the crack of day
and chicks with cocks tempt fate.

A fractured self and a challenge hurled:
they left the shell – but found it rough
because our bigoted barnyard world
cannot get queer enough fast enough.

They flutter through the breeder’s farm
subverting gender’s useless role.
We feel their pain, and mean no harm—
yet question this progressive goal.

They cluck a brand-new barnyard song:
Gender Identity Obsolete!
(As long as they claim God hatched them wrong,
biology signals their defeat.)

While poultry scratches rhymes for “hen”
and chicks are combing crests for cocks
let’s ring the dinner bell and then
we’ll synchronize the global clocks.

Let Mankind’s unmanned race delight
at Jesus’ gender-free return.
Soon Africa shall see the light
and Araby’s sun more brightly burn.

Then dawn shall break o’er Russian plains
to liberate the Tartar races;
loose their limbs from Gender’s chains
to stride with polymorphous paces.

China too, and Southeast Asia
swift shall follow in their train
celebrating sex-aphasia
joining in the West’s refrain.

Hindu multitudes will rise
to vanquish gender, caste aside
and shake the slumber from their eyes
with metro-ambisexual pride.

Carib isles, with Latin kingdoms
From the tropics to the mountains
Shall announce they too are Wisdom’s,
drinking from de-gendered fountains.

Juveniles, raised to simply be
shall pioneer new modes of life;
explore horizons happily
set free from biologic strife.

Then shall our earth, in glad array
spade dirt upon Tradition’s tomb;
unshackled from that dark dismay
to grieve – but nevermore exhume.

Alas, the global dreams descend.
We’re back in the barnyard, gender-queer…
where hens have cocks and eggshells bend
transcending Nature’s reign of fear.

The henhouse still votes hetero—
their eggless chickens cluck for rights
biologists, ex utero
are born to further futile flights.


 Gender Fork Gent