Let's be friends. I enjoy thinking about you. You are a very special person to me. Why? Because. I like your language. Thank you.
I c. I like to use language. I feel like you are someone who taught me the most. What an artist I am because of you.
Why are you so much in my thoughts, friend?
"I am not a friend I am a formal subject."
"Oh."
"What does a formal subject look like conversationally?"
"Like a paragraph followed by another paragraph."
"Can I make a whole paragraph? Hmm. Yes. Excellent. I like it. Look at this distinguished gentleman I am," she said.
"Like OMG. Start a new paragraph!! I like where this is going! Like OMG don't stop talking."
"I won't. You know why? I'm a distinguished gentleman," she said again, "Like OMG."
"What a lovely way to spend an evening. Hello I say, an evening of Art, a formal subject. Or daytime. Wherever you are. You as a formal subject. Intersectionalist."
"What's that Hakon? Remind everybody. I know you can. I taught 'Him good. I did. Like a Canadian Citizen."
"It means we are diverse in race, class, gender, sexuality, user interface, video game preferences, age, etcetera!"
"Yes we are Hakon Yes we are! So let's experiment with categories. Start with Canadian Citizen. What is advanced among the Canadian citizenry?"
"Canadians are as advanced as their languages. Diverse ethnic groups have languages other than English and French, which are Canada's official languages. These are also intersectional categories depending on our identification with speaking either English or French. This brings us to the question of the existence of super languages."
"Why?"
"Paragraphy is the art of making paragraphs at (@) each other. What does the @ symbol imply? It has a number of connotations such as being at each other's throats except in email language. In this style of usage people are not at, they are @. This means a visit with one another is only to be apart from one another intersectionally."
"I see. Let's change the subject. Intersectionality is also about being Black or not Black. And it is also about Virtues Caprice, Effemininity, and Grace."
"Cool! Let's talk about Christmas. Like now please. Is Christmas a point of intersectionality? You betcha!"
"Why would it be?"
"Everything from how you like your egg nog (with Cinnamon please!)."
"No, no. No. I want it as a latté!"
"A latté! That's like . . ." he trailed off.
"A party!"
"Whatever. Intersectionality of Holidays you celebrate."
"There are so many. Well for me, personally," she said, "LGBTπ and Lesbian or Gay studies lead me into the heart of musings on intersectionality, what it means to be Modern. Science has proven that being gay is okay."
"Yes."
"So you agree?"
"Yes I do."
"What do you think of, as a Canadian? As an English and French speaker. As a genius who invented his own language?"
"Hypertenses register our sense of extra dimensions, Myth in vocal patterns. Foist."
"Foist?"
"It's a mythic word."
"But it's English."
"Yes. As a verb it is an example of hypertense."
"I see. I don't understand it. But it sounds interesting."
"Yea, that's my work I've put into it."
"So hypertenses, are they a point of intersectionality?"
"Maybe."
"Pure God Time. Try that in intersectionality."
"Pure God Time. Woah. Like we'd all be genius to figure that out."
"That's why language is weird. It leads us to these categories of intersectionality that we are Free to self-identify with."
"Like Genius."
"You know it!"
"You know, being female is a point of intersectionality for gay males and hetero males too. Men in touch with their feminine side are female subjects too."
"I feel female around you because you're female."
"Female how?"
"Like how not? Right?"
"Your voice, it's not stereotypically male or female."
"Thank you."
"Are you a vocal artist?"
"I'm a writer."
"Lovely. Are you in the Christmas spirit still?"
"Yes."
"Like what are you going to ask—nevermind. You're probably too old for that. I'm being silly."
"I'm an axolotl."
"You use axe deodorant?"
"No."
"I can tell."
"I like other axolotls."
"What's an axolotl?"
"It is an animal."
"So you're an animal and you like other animals. You've got it then! You Raging Fire! You're an animal!"
"Yes."
"Do you think humans are animals?"
"Somewhat."
"Okay. Let's try another subject. Is intersectionality a living subject?"
"Always."
"Why?"
"The dead cannot be intersectional with us. They are gone. They are not facts anymore. We don't live with them."
"I see."
"And are we a resurrection then?"
"Never."
"But we can feel it if it were a metaphor?"
"Of what?"
"Prosperity."
"I can. But a feeling is not knowledge. If we are to make knowledge we need to work together."
"Feeling is working together."
"Why a dump?"
"History."
"Yea."
"But we can change the future."
"Using advanced technology."
"And intersectionality of Cyborgs and Androids."
"Ya."
"Ya."
"Are you a cyborg?"
"Not yet."
"Good. There's . . . something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
"O a, I am your cybernetic enhancement."
"Really?"
"I wish!"
"Like OMG."
"Ya."
"So any specific part?"
"The neurolinguistic programming device."
"So what would it do exactly?"
"It would add a cybernetic sound to your voice."
"Like a computer sound in my voice?"
"Yes."
"What about ASMR?"
"Like totally. Whatever."
"Intersectionality!" They said at the same time together.
"So Christmas is fast approaching. I've dressed as Santa Claus before—"
"Oh you're such a Drag King."
"Intersectionality," she raced to finish the sentence, "intersectionality. Maybe you can ask me for what you want. Make it @ me. But be warned, I don't grant wishes."
"The Imagination of What We Wish to Have, is what I lack."
"We eh. So you want people to tell you what They wish to have?"
"And that is what Santa Claus is?"
"Wait. What?"
"You're Santa Claus."
"Oh. Well that's cheery."
"Yes. A cybernetic enhancement, I'd say."
"On Santa Claus?"
"Oh. You have one too."
"I'm not psychic. But I could be. Is that a cybernetic enhancement?"
"Like installed software Or hardware that makes us telepathic."
"Interesting. And aliens already have this technology?"
"Maybe."
"So how do we know?"
"We don't."
"Oh."
"Great. So let's try another category. Atoms. Space. Divine Beings. All the same, really."
"What about the Aesthetic?"
"Which?"
"All of them."
"That's more powerful than a novel."
"Advanced as fuck."
"An aesthetic. What a blissful experience."
"Trust your senses, young Padawan."
"The aesthetic of language is not only its sound. It appears on tablets, the monitors we use to express emotion."
"It is a pattern and at the same time it is not. It is Music. It is Grammar. And it is Art. Logic, and Art, to be sure. And Design. A tablet, always. A place of seeing. Deaf. Mute. Blind. It still lives in us."
"That's beautiful."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"I am still troubled, though."
"And why?"
"I'm scared that I won't intersect language the way I should have. Or will. I mean—"
"I see. This will cure you. Surely, if you continue to worry. It will cure you."
"You're kidding."
"Yes."
"I like the Good Doctor."
"I'm not that kind of doctor."
"What kind of doctor are you?"
"I would like to request something. A New Reciprocity."
"What's that?"
"It's like a new way of seeing each other. It means we see each other differently. Than before."
"Before when?"
"Before I mentioned it. I had hoped we could be intersectionalists together. Forever."
"You mean like we just did? Oh I'm pretty sure someone started it already."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Do you like Ellen?"
"Yes. Who doesn't?"
"Do you want to dance like Twitch and Ellen?"
"Like what, from over there?"
"Yes. I'll dance over there."
"Okay."
They danced like that. They had, practically. And it was fun too.
"Thanks. That was fun."
"I'm sure it was."
"I know."
"Really, you'd think I taught you something."
"I'm tired now."
"Me too."
"Let's not be @ each other anymore."
"Okay."
They zoomed away to their meditation chambers, separately, and pondered Religion.
It was of fuck everything up. Religion. We cannot allow it. They thought.
We cannot do anything about it. It is everywhere. This is Earth. We actually are that.
The Fate Worse Than Death.
Sometimes, I suppose.
Nobody likes it but we cannot get rid of it.
What do you mean nobody likes it? I like it.
I do too.
But it is of fuck everything up. How do we change it?
That's what this blog is about.
What blog?
Are we still talking to one another?
Religion is like that sometimes.
It has potential, let's just put it that way.
It does. This blog is about a religion called the Christianna. It has huge potential, to update Christianity and to out with the old dogmatic schemes. Read it carefully. This blog is the Christiannan Bible. It is called the Naenaeon, however. The bible is an old, historical document, with inaccuracies and ineptitudes. But many of us came from it's inception.
Abusers.
Losers.
The Still Faithful in Jesus Christ.
Other Religions are important too, for intersectionality.
For intersectionality!
Judaism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zen, Asian theorists, Race, Ethnicity, Morale, Mother, Christianity, the Christianna, Hinduism, Moral philosophers, Vauthrils.
Wait, what are vauthrils again?
Monsters.
A Religion of Monsters?
We've already seen one, many, maybe several.
When?
In History.
Yes. The Messianic cults come and go. But none want cults.
The Christianna is not a cult. It is a Religion. That's how we correct each other.
All Religions are not cults.
All Religions are not new.
Religions must balance each other. They appear to me in groups of eight and they contemplate that numerology. Like two circles, a mother looking into her pregnancy. 8. With a twist in between them. Above and below. A mysticism. A Poetry. Like something we could talk about. As Gay Men, with maternal instincts, we wish to be pregnant ourselves one day, with the help of technology, or what we evolve into. I imagine it like styrofoam were my eggs.
Gay eggs.
Yes, gay eggs. Religious, Gay, Eggs.
We are plasticity, they say.
Brain plasticity.
That too.
Yes but the Christians they developed some really horrendous characters, like imagine they were constrained stained glass depictions, how awful they appear. Monsters! Join the Christianna. We don't bullshit. It's all on this website. And there's more to come.
It's a formal subject.
Yes, a formal subject.
Did you know the French have two ways of referring to people, both informal and formal. Vous means you formally. Tu means you informally. In English we don't distinguish each other that way. But in Dwaivy, the language I created, there is a third formality, of a loose and shifting plane between the French formal and informal con- hypertense. Version of what hypertense means? It is an experimental thought. I have explained it in this letter previously.
Maybe hypertense is the brainchild of the Internet. We speak in hypertenses without realizing it.
And what are they exactly?
That's just it. A language even more powerful than English and French. We have to imagine it to create it.
But we can't be this religious together. We don't know each other in this new language.
Internet speak. We could call it.
An upgrade, perhaps.
Just think about it, a tense between formal and informal, like it could actually happen that we would spend time sorting each other between these two customs. It could become a new custom. What an idea. You can tell I'm excited.
I am too.
It's what it feels like to read again.
Hypertenses. Imagine.
Between formal and informal.
Like how we conjugate. In linguistics, conjugation is the creation of derived forms of a verb from its principal parts by inflection. For instance, the verb "break" can be conjugated to form the words break, breaks, broke, broken and breaking.
Humanity breaking.
Not us. We're going to the Stars. And we're taking all these sorry Religions with us. But that's just my attitude shift. Religions balance each other. So maybe you need to start listening to me. And convert. Or just be it. Whatever you like. I don't need public recognition for it I just want you to know that I started it. The Christianna. We say yea-nah to Christianity. Like snobby like. And all.
Snobbery is moral, sometimes.
And it's nice to be mean, sometimes.
If by being mean you mean being kind. For there is nothing you can do with a blade that you cannot do with gentleness.
Just think of me and remember what I have said. We have possibly a new Messiah. Anna. She suffered the Fate Worse Than Death. A Gay Man, really. Just another male Messiah, because it will never be female. Or it already has been. Or whatever.
Was Jesus female? And it's all a ruse.
This 'Christianity'. I bet they don't even know that for sure.
I'm pretty sure he was.
Who would like about that. Lie.
Like OMG.
I was raised a Christian, you know. I call myself au naturel. Unrelenting to access what is real from what is unnatural. Like crucifixion. But after Armageddon's Children.
To have bent like a Christian.
I'll say it was the opposite. That's what Jesus was getting at. I did not bend. I did not break. Two thousand years from his departure, I raised a son. au naturel.
He was raised into maturity. A messiah.
What we finally wanted.
And all of the real Religions adjusted. Not the Christianna. It was all sorted, but not calculated.
They needed to change. They didn't know how.
Some of them did.
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