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What is Hive Being, and Why the Name?
You have likely heard talk of a hive mind, where one global mind finds more or less figurative expression in various local minds. Such talk is common enough in nature documentaries, especially ones concerning ants or bees, and in sci-fi programs. Take that notion, at least a loose version of it, and broaden its scope. That will be a decent first step in understanding the title I have chosen both for my Blog and for the first five-volume installment of my magnum opus Made For You and Me, a fragmentary collection of minimalist stanzas from 2016 to 2020.
In alignment with Spinoza (the 17th Century Rationalist to whom I devoted my doctoral studies), I view reality in its totality as a grand hive Being: all entities are but pulsating manifestations of the buckstopping fount of everything, an ultimate being we might call “God” or “Nature” (so long as, out of respect for the capital “G” and the capital “N,” we limit it neither to some anthropomorphic cloud father hurling lightning bolts nor to mere wilderness untouched by human smog). According to the hive-Being view (where reality is one lone superorganism, a monistic—and we might even say unividualist—conception I defend in both my creative and academic capacities), each non-foundational being (each being, that is, whose essence does not involve existence) is an utterly necessitated expression or eruption or exudation of this eternal source—each is, perhaps better put, a mode or manner of being, and so a focal point through which is disclosed, what classical theists sometimes call “being itself” (ipsum esse subsistens): the realness of the real, the being of whatever may be, the sheer activity of being, the very isness of whatever is. This Blog, which duplicates my Substack, throbs as but one among many literary unfurlings of this self-necessitated foundation, this supreme wellspring, of which we—like black holes and broken beliefs, like fractal ferns and flickering flames—are the inevitable stylings.
My Journey
I am an academic who found himself pressured into early retirement by the rising tides of cancel culture. The illiberal scourge of censoring, silencing, and shaming—although always with us throughout our evolution—reached a local peak around 2021. That was the turbulent year my creative pursuits, which the old left once encouraged as a healthy outlet for the stresses of a childhood steeped in poverty and illiteracy, drew the ire of the new safe-space left. A small cadre of self-proclaimed victims and their allies, several of whom continue to berate me years later under pseudonyms as see through as their sexual infatuation, sought to erase me and my heterodoxy. They found support from a wannabe-woke dean, covered in the grand inquisitor robes of our decadent modernity (full-body tattoos) and just itching to signal his commitment to protecting “vulnerable populations” from triggering material (even if just, as it was in my case, off-duty poems “unbecoming for someone calling himself a teacher”). Although I eventually won my due-process case with the help of The Foundation for Individual Rights and Expression, I slunk away from a college that turned its back on protecting freedom of expression and from an institution increasingly intolerant of intellectual diversity.
The wrecking ball to my too-comfy office in the windowless ivory tower came with a silver lining. From the ashes of my professional aspirations rose a phoenix of increased freedom to fulfill the literary calling I have pursued for decades. Reputation concerns never stopped me, even within academia’s sterile halls of conformity. Indeed, my unapologetic defiance, which has long baffled friends and family, no doubt chummed even safe waters—almost as if I were asking for it all along—until the cancel shiver grew too frenzied to hold back its blind thrashings. But now, now I piston the most forbidden territories of human thought with no longer even a twinge of conscience. The newfound freedom means extra time to hone my craft. When not assisting special-needs communities (a day job far more rewarding than freeway-flyer drudgeries), I pursue my literary mission with Dionysian fervor.
Call for Co-Conspirators
This space, my digital sanctuary, showcases the fruits of my mission. Think of my posts, even those linking to my publications, as works in progress. I want your input, unflinching brutality included. Each post begins with an invitation to action: “Let’s workshop this [draft about x, y, z].” Your contributions, whether through public comments or my contact page, help hammer scraps of ore into polished blades fit for magazine publication.
Your input is valuable, even if you are neither a writer nor a reader of literature—twin disciplines dying by the cyber nanosecond. Sometimes—even if at the risk of uttering banalities—an outsider’s fresh vantage can pierce the veils of convention to reveal what insiders miss. It often takes an outsider to make us even think to question our ingrained presuppositions and attitudes. I stand by the hygienic value of contagion. That is one reason I advocate so strongly for intellectual diversity and freedom of expression. And that is also one reason I was so harrowed by the anti-diversity swell of cancel culture in academia (an institution that should be the utmost caretaker of such values)—harrowed especially insofar as that swell masqueraded under the gaslighting guise of “diversity”).
You will witness the breathing evolution of my writings over time. To track these changes, I label each revision by round: “ROUND 2,” ROUND 3,” and so forth. Each piece undergoes continuous refinement based on your feedback and my own revisitations. Sometimes changes will mar the work. That is the risk of creative tinkering as a finite creature. I hope you will alert me to missteps. After many semesters of university writing workshops, one rule has impressed itself upon me: when someone senses a flaw, something almost always needs to change—even if, yes, the proposed solution misses the mark (which often it does). From a quick look into the archives, accessible here, you can see how much I have benefited from your feedback so far.
My Hope
Sharing drafts can be daunting. But showing you the ravaged and unperfumed real deal unfiltered by makeup (stuttering starts and falsities, awkward line breaks and clumsy word choices, grammatical errors and misspellings)—that not only makes my work more relatable, but helps me refine things through your input. I hope the unfiltered look at the raw process of fumbling, rather than just the polished product, also helps other writers develop their craft. Imperfect works often instruct more than perfect ones: whereas the perfect ones tend to have a grace by which they slip inside us without activating our scrutiny, the imperfect ones—especially the near perfect ones—show us glaringly what not to do.
People laugh at me, seeing—in my tilting at the windmills of literary excellence—a Don Quixote clunking around in Arthurian armor in a post-knight era. I am not naïve. I am well aware of the diminishing ability to read, let alone well: slowly and deeply, with gratitude. I am also aware that my style, which often nests subpoints within larger points, never waters down virtuosity for the sake of mass appeal. I watch readers stumble over my sentences, unable to unlock even just the music of the envelope let alone the semantic meat within, which—given my tendency to flashlight through the darker facets of human nature (the addicts, the miscreants, the abusers among us)—only adds an additional alienating layer of difficulty). Beholding these depressive scenes of even supportive family members getting bucked off my syntactic bronco makes me feel like a dinosaur who should get a hint and, if not succumb to the brain rot of skibidi-toilet speak, just hang himself already. Even though the decline in linguistic background and grammatical voltage makes my compositions seem quixotic in a world binging Netflix and TikTok, I persist—raging against the dying of the light—by some internal compulsion to celebrate the richness of language and thought.
My hope is that, despite social media’s unparalleled power to farm our attention, people never forget the unique power of writing. Beyond unveiling hypocrisy, teasing out complex implications, and detailing the commonalities between even the most alien phenomena, writing offers something we need today—trapped in agoraphobic cyber bubbles only thickened by the Lyme dangers of forests and the COVID dangers of cities—perhaps more than ever. Granting us rich access to the first-person perspectives of others (to how things feel to them), writing serves as one of humanity’s best tools for combating loneliness. It allows us to linger, broadly and deeply and at high resolution, within the inner lives of others in a way that other arts can only suggest.
What to Expect
My work spans a broad spectrum: from metaphysical discourses on free will and determinism and the ontology of holes to the ephemera of western culture (whether the childhood impacts of the hypersexual mono-image of black woman as squirting twerkers or Terrence Howard’s sham revolution of mathematics). Some tight and minimal, others free-flowing sprawls; some heady and abstract, others emotional and imagistic—my inkwell musings, which often blend scholarly rigor with a dark humor from both high and low culture, aim to capture the visceral intensity of our personal and social and ultimately existential predicaments.
By no means can I deny that drug abuse, sexual assault, and the tales of the broken and the damned loom large in the tag cloud of my work. My writing will never be a paradise of easy truths and comforting lies. It will challenge you, provoke you, and at times even repulse you. I offer no apologies for the monsters I unleash. They are as much a part of us, at long root scared rodent mammals scurrying in the shadows of dinosaurs, as our noblest aspirations.
But make no mistake. It is not all downer darkness. The archives are my receipts. You will find pieces exploring the pursuit of authenticity in a media-saturated world, the search for meaning in an indifferent cosmos, and the celebration of beauty in both the sublime and the profane. I locate much of my inspiration, in fact, in novelists like Dostoevsky and poets like Ted Kooser—writers unafraid to pursue moral agendas or risk Hallmark sentimentality in an age that often sneers at sincerity.
Be they satirical dissections of modern social dynamics or poignant poems about addiction or academic articles on moral responsibility, my goal is to provoke thought, evoke emotion, and foster meaningful dialogue. Fear has not and will not stop me from challenging humanity’s fundamental taboos (like bestiality and cannibalism) or self-reflecting into the dark chaos of the subconscious, even if that means exposing the Jungian shadows—the inner Goebbels—lurking within us all!
Expect posts each day, no day missed. Donations are welcome, but I impose no paywall: it feels wrong to charge for art, especially given our date with obliteration. Feel free to explore what amounts to, at the time of writing this, close to a thousand pieces of poetry and prose here. That should give you a sense of what awaits.
Join me—specula holstered—on this literary odyssey into the public and private nooks of the hive Being. Let us navigate the labyrinth of creation together, confronting our demons and even slaying our darlings if we must. Let us dance on the razor’s edge between the sublime and the profane in pursuit of an elusive literary perfection never to be confused—as it has been confused in our declining civilization—with the pursuit of popularity or likeability over truth.
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Arlo (ROUND 92)
“Arlo" is a maximalist tragicomedy of postmodern parenthood, where ideological grooming masquerades as empowerment, and identity becomes the battleground upon which social capital, political theatre, and psychic desperation converge. At once a character study and a cultural x-ray, the piece operates with the granular obsessiveness of literary autofiction and the rhetorical flamboyance of a polemic—splicing performativity, parody, and psychoanalytic realism into a cascading narrative of inadvertent yet devastating coercion.
The titular child is rendered with careful ambivalence: sensitive, imaginative, suggestible—an affective tuning fork in a household pitched to the frequency of institutional wokeness. Far from lampooning queerness or progressive ideals per se, the narrative instead targets a mutation of progressive ideology, wherein social justice becomes a self-consuming catechism and identity exploration becomes tantamount to sacrament. Arlo’s “femininity” is not suppressed by patriarchal norms but colonized by parental overidentification, pedagogical cueing, and a broader cultural climate that equates deviation from gender norms with existential heroism. The poem’s central irony—that Arlo’s “transition” is less a moment of revelation than a culmination of pressures—offers a biting inversion of the genre’s typical bildungsroman arc.
Becky and Karen are not monsters, and therein lies the text’s complexity. They are sincere, informed, and deeply loving. Yet they are also caught in the gravitational pull of a neoliberal virtue economy in which parenting becomes proof of political orthodoxy, and children become avatars for ideological self-redemption. The real indictment here is not of individual actors but of systems: social media’s algorithmic hunger for affirmation, education systems infused with therapeutic-political jargon, and a medical-industrial complex increasingly willing to medicalize ambiguity. The structural critique mirrors the Foucauldian insight that power is most insidious when internalized, when it flows not from a panopticon but from self-curation in the name of liberation.
The stylistic bravado—the maximal detail, the recursive elaboration, the grotesque comedy—echoes Thomas Bernhard, David Foster Wallace, and Michel Houellebecq. But rather than cynicism for its own sake, the density performs a kind of manic resistance: a refusal to simplify a reality that itself refuses simplification. “Arlo” ultimately dramatizes the high-stakes cost of meaning-making in an era where sincerity is indistinguishable from satire and where to question the rituals of inclusion is to risk excommunication from the very communities that claim to prize pluralism. The text closes not with condemnation but with a melancholic warning: when identity becomes liturgy, and children its tabernacle, even love can be a form of violence.
Meta Description:
A baroque and blistering study of ideology-as-parenting, Arlo dissects how progressive virtue-signaling, institutional dogma, and childhood pliability entangle in a tragic feedback loop of well-meaning coercion and inadvertent harm.
Keywords:
gender ideology, performative progressivism, ideological parenting, virtue economy, identity coercion, childhood suggestibility, therapeutic education, symbolic parenthood, postmodern virtue ethics, trans affirmation, maximalist narrative, Foucauldian pedagogy, cultural satire, liberal complicity, medicalization of ambiguity, parental projection, psychic colonization, ritualized inclusion
gender ideology, performative progressivism, ideological parenting, virtue economy, identity coercion, childhood suggestibility, therapeutic education, symbolic parenthood, postmodern virtue ethics, trans affirmation, maximalist narrative, Foucauldian pedagogy, cultural satire, liberal complicity, medicalization of ambiguity, parental projection, psychic colonization, ritualized inclusion
Arlo
“Arlo" is a maximalist tragicomedy of postmodern parenthood, where ideological grooming masquerades as empowerment, and identity becomes the battleground upon which social capital, political theatre, and psychic desperation converge. At once a character study and a cultural x-ray, the piece operates with the granular obsessiveness of literary autofiction and the rhetorical flamboyance of a polemic—splicing performativity, parody, and psychoanalytic realism into a cascading narrative of inadvertent yet devastating coercion.
The titular child is rendered with careful ambivalence: sensitive, imaginative, suggestible—an affective tuning fork in a household pitched to the frequency of institutional wokeness. Far from lampooning queerness or progressive ideals per se, the narrative instead targets a mutation of progressive ideology, wherein social justice becomes a self-consuming catechism and identity exploration becomes tantamount to sacrament. Arlo’s “femininity” is not suppressed by patriarchal norms but colonized by parental overidentification, pedagogical cueing, and a broader cultural climate that equates deviation from gender norms with existential heroism. The poem’s central irony—that Arlo’s “transition” is less a moment of revelation than a culmination of pressures—offers a biting inversion of the genre’s typical bildungsroman arc.
Becky and Karen are not monsters, and therein lies the text’s complexity. They are sincere, informed, and deeply loving. Yet they are also caught in the gravitational pull of a neoliberal virtue economy in which parenting becomes proof of political orthodoxy, and children become avatars for ideological self-redemption. The real indictment here is not of individual actors but of systems: social media’s algorithmic hunger for affirmation, education systems infused with therapeutic-political jargon, and a medical-industrial complex increasingly willing to medicalize ambiguity. The structural critique mirrors the Foucauldian insight that power is most insidious when internalized, when it flows not from a panopticon but from self-curation in the name of liberation.
The stylistic bravado—the maximal detail, the recursive elaboration, the grotesque comedy—echoes Thomas Bernhard, David Foster Wallace, and Michel Houellebecq. But rather than cynicism for its own sake, the density performs a kind of manic resistance: a refusal to simplify a reality that itself refuses simplification. “Arlo” ultimately dramatizes the high-stakes cost of meaning-making in an era where sincerity is indistinguishable from satire and where to question the rituals of inclusion is to risk excommunication from the very communities that claim to prize pluralism. The text closes not with condemnation but with a melancholic warning: when identity becomes liturgy, and children its tabernacle, even love can be a form of violence.
Meta Description:
A baroque and blistering study of ideology-as-parenting, Arlo dissects how progressive virtue-signaling, institutional dogma, and childhood pliability entangle in a tragic feedback loop of well-meaning coercion and inadvertent harm.
Keywords:
gender ideology, performative progressivism, ideological parenting, virtue economy, identity coercion, childhood suggestibility, therapeutic education, symbolic parenthood, postmodern virtue ethics, trans affirmation, maximalist narrative, Foucauldian pedagogy, cultural satire, liberal complicity, medicalization of ambiguity, parental projection, psychic colonization, ritualized inclusion
Suburbia's Tasteless PTA Potluck
“Suburbia’s Tasteless PTA Potluck” is a terse and stinging critique of a particular strain of performative allyship within contemporary liberal culture—specifically the phenomenon of parents who derive a sense of personal cachet from having a transgender child. The poem’s imagery and tonal choices suggest a corrosive satire, one aimed at the commodification of identity politics in affluent, culturally insulated enclaves. At only nine lines, the poem reads with the sharpened brevity of a satirical epigram, exposing how symbolic capital, particularly around race and gender, is cynically leveraged for social clout.
The poem’s first tercet centers on a child whose insistence on gender identity (“I’m not a boy!”) is presented not through the lens of their own struggle but through a characterization dripping with contempt: “Veruca Salt egomania.” The allusion to Veruca Salt—the spoiled, petulant character from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory—instantly frames the child as emblematic of unchecked entitlement, echoing a growing cultural suspicion that youth identity declarations are increasingly encouraged, not challenged, by a parental generation eager for progressive credibility.
But the sharper critique, and the true object of the poem’s ire, lies in the subsequent stanzas—namely the mother, who is said to cite her child’s transgender identity not for reasons of parental love or advocacy but for how it “added ‘seasonin’’” to her “‘bleachy-white life.’” Here, the tone slides into biting caricature: the affectation of African-American Vernacular English in the word “seasonin’” implicates the speaker in a mockery of cultural appropriation, suggesting the mother’s eagerness to don “unprivileged” identities as fashionable accessories. The use of “bleachy-white” conjures both the sterility and the cluelessness of affluent suburban whiteness—a cultural monoculture now seeking its own edgy redemption via proxy victimhood.
What’s more, the phrase “street cred / in unprivileged communities” distills the poem’s central accusation: that the child’s identity has become a kind of social seasoning, a garnish to spice up an otherwise bland cultural existence. The crassness of this transactional framing mirrors the very title’s metaphor: a “tasteless PTA potluck,” in which the supposedly diverse offerings of identity and experience are reduced to bland, self-congratulatory kitsch. “Potluck” here does double duty: first as the suburban community ritual often associated with inoffensive socialization, and second as an ironic nod to how identity categories are treated as optional dishes brought for the aesthetic enjoyment of the white liberal elite.
The poem, then, does not satirize transgender identity itself, but rather the instrumentalization of such identity by parents (especially white, affluent mothers) whose desire for moral capital and progressive social currency exceeds their interest in the deeper ethical or emotional realities of the identities they claim to champion. The poem invites discomfort precisely because it operates at the razor’s edge of cultural critique, implicating both the commodifying liberal parent and the social structures that reward such commodification. In this sense, it joins a growing chorus of literary works interrogating how even social justice discourse can become a vehicle for self-serving egoism.
Meta Description:
This sharp and satirical poem critiques performative liberal parenting, exposing how some affluent white parents instrumentalize their transgender children for social cachet and symbolic “seasoning” in the politics of identity.
Keywords:
performative allyship, identity politics, satire, suburban liberalism, trans commodification, Veruca Salt, cultural appropriation, social capital, white progressivism, parent-child dynamics,
Anti-Boy-George Psychomechanics
“Anti-Boy-George Psychomechanics" is a visceral exploration of the inner turmoil, societal pressures, and self-perpetuating cycles of identity reconstruction experienced by a transgender individual navigating a hostile cultural landscape. The poem examines the protagonist's "cutter discomfort," a profound dysphoria intensified by their acute awareness of external judgment and their own efforts to create a socially acceptable feminine persona. This discomfort, rooted in both personal and societal rejection, serves as a dual-edged catalyst: it propels the protagonist to lean into their transformation while also deepening their rage against systemic structures of "whiteness and its liveliest arm (the anti-trans arm)." The conflation of personal dysphoria with systemic oppression amplifies the protagonist's sense of victimhood, transforming their physical and emotional struggles into symbolic resistance against a perceived "nightmarish reign."
The poem's detailed catalog of transformative tools—epilators, wigs, voice-training manuals, breast-plumping serums, and gender-affirming accessories—underscores the commodification of identity within capitalist frameworks, even as it highlights the protagonist's reliance on these products to construct a semblance of safety and validation. The irony of purchasing these items through platforms like Amazon, which the protagonist associates with systemic oppression, reflects the contradictions inherent in navigating an identity that is both deeply personal and deeply politicized.
The protagonist's meticulous efforts to erase traces of their "birth-family boyhood" and curate an online identity steeped in exaggerated femininity evoke themes of erasure, performance, and the external validation sought in a world perceived as inherently hostile. The poem critiques the societal structures and internalized ideals that compel such relentless self-editing, as well as the paradox that these efforts often deepen the very dysphoria they aim to alleviate. The "cutter discomfort" that permeates the poem becomes a symbol not only of gender dysphoria but of the broader existential anguish of trying to reconcile an authentic self within a framework that demands conformity to conflicting ideals.
Ultimately, the poem navigates the intersection of personal identity, societal expectations, and systemic oppression with an unflinching gaze, offering a poignant meditation on the costs—both emotional and existential—of self-creation in a world that often resists it.
gender dysphoria, transgender identity, societal pressure, systemic oppression, commodification of identity, online persona, anti-trans violence, self-construction, performance of femininity, identity politics.
Realistic Silver Linings
The poem "Realistic Silver Linings" offers a provocative exploration of the cultural and psychological impact of exposure to trans individuals in public spaces, particularly focusing on how societal perceptions of the penis—and male sexuality more broadly—are shaped by Western taboos and anxieties. The poem begins by reframing the contentious issue of trans women using female restrooms as an "upshot," suggesting a potential positive outcome from an otherwise controversial situation. It positions the exposure of young girls to transgender individuals as a possible catalyst for demystifying the penis, an organ that, in Western culture, has long carried an outsized symbolic weight tied to power, dominance, and fear.
The poem critiques the "Western magic" surrounding the penis, a phrase loaded with irony, as it calls attention to the way male sexuality has been overinflated to the point of near-absurdity in modern discourse. In lines such as “its piddly pulses on your subway leg” and “just its zipper wink,” the poem addresses the subtle but pervasive presence of male genitalia in public spaces and the often exaggerated reactions to these fleeting encounters. These moments, seemingly insignificant, are described as having the power to "spell lifelong therapy"—an indictment of how Western culture has pathologized these interactions and turned them into sources of trauma.
In contrast to this psychological baggage, the poem invokes the image of tribespeople who, by comparison, possess a more grounded and less neurotic relationship with sexuality. Their indifference to the penis is likened to their well-adjusted gut flora—symbolizing a natural, untroubled integration of bodily functions and experiences. The implication is that exposure to transgender individuals in restrooms might help to neutralize the intense emotions and psychological distress often associated with the penis in the Western mind. The poem gestures toward the possibility of a cultural shift where the penis is no longer a totem of danger or trauma but something that can be laughed off as insignificant.
The poem suggests that this exposure may lead to a broader social liberation from the "Western magic" of the penis—specifically, the power it holds over women's psyches in certain cultures. The idea of being "freed" to laugh at it as the tribespeople do points to a desired future where the penis loses its threatening, almost mythic status and becomes just another part of the human body. This "realistic silver lining" reflects the speaker's hope that, through increased exposure and desensitization, we might achieve a healthier, less fraught relationship with male genitalia and, by extension, with male sexuality itself.
However, the poem also raises questions about whether this desired cultural shift is achievable or desirable. While the poem presents a hopeful vision of cultural desensitization, it also hints at the deep-seated complexities of this issue. The penis in Western culture has been so thoroughly imbued with layers of meaning—danger, power, vulnerability, and taboo—that achieving the kind of casual indifference the speaker imagines may be far more difficult than it seems. In this way, the poem straddles the line between satire and genuine aspiration, offering a complex meditation on gender, sexuality, and the power of cultural symbols.
Western magic, trans individuals, public restrooms, male sexuality, cultural taboos, gender dynamics, psychological trauma, societal perceptions, desensitization, transgender issues, sexual symbolism, tribal societies, cultural critique, gender relations, body politics.
Cast the First Stone
The poem "Cast the First Stone" is a pointed critique of moral hypocrisy and the ease with which individuals claim a higher ground while conveniently forgetting their own past compliance with societal pressures. Addressed to those who claim they would resist contemporary moral trends, the poem holds a mirror to those same individuals, reminding them that they were once themselves eager to fit in, as symbolized by their desire to wear Jordans. The rhetorical move here is to question the reader's ability to truly stand apart from peer pressure, particularly when it comes to controversial and rapidly shifting social norms—namely, the use of new pronouns and the policing of language in educational settings.
The poem juxtaposes two periods of social conformity: the speaker recalls a time when wearing Jordans was a near-necessity for acceptance in school, subtly underlining how even minor acts of conformity can be driven by immense social pressures. This detail is not arbitrary; it calls into question the reader’s potential to stand up to much more intense social dynamics, like those faced by today’s youth navigating issues of gender identity. The poem draws attention to a new kind of conformity that exists under the guise of personal empowerment but is deeply embedded in a trend-driven culture where the stakes are much higher—this time involving the life-altering decisions of transitioning and gender identity politics. The question the poem raises is not just about whether one would resist these trends today, but whether anyone really has the strength to stand against the tide when conformity is woven into the fabric of adolescence and peer identity.
The reference to making teachers "dance to your newfangled pronouns" evokes a specific contemporary anxiety about the power dynamics in classrooms, where students wield unprecedented influence over language and behavior. The poem highlights the extent to which these power dynamics can feel coercive to those in authority, often involving threats of being labeled transphobic or politically incorrect. But the poem is more than a critique of these students; it is a critique of those who believe they are somehow immune to these dynamics—those who claim they would resist the pressure to conform to pronoun usage but fail to realize how often they themselves conformed to similarly arbitrary social markers, like brand-name shoes.
In drawing this parallel between the past and the present, the poem suggests that no one is truly above the pressures of conformity. The same individuals who so adamantly wore Jordans in their youth would likely have succumbed to the same pressures faced by today's adolescents. The reference to puberty blockers and "glitter scalpels" makes the stakes of this new conformity more visceral: while past acts of conformity might have seemed trivial, today's pressures involve body-altering, life-changing decisions. The poem asks: would these moral critics have resisted the "bully temptation" to make their teachers comply with pronoun usage, or would they have fallen in line, just as they did with fashion trends?
The poem raises important questions about the nature of social influence, power dynamics, and moral conviction. It reminds us that, regardless of the time or issue, peer pressure has a powerful way of compelling compliance. The concluding rhetorical question—whether the reader truly believes they would have resisted—challenges the reader to confront their own history of conformity and question the strength of their convictions in the face of real-world pressure.
The poem "Cast the First Stone" critiques moral hypocrisy by drawing a parallel between past and present forms of social conformity. It challenges those who believe they would resist current trends, such as the use of pronouns in schools, by reminding them of their own compliance with peer pressures in the past, like the compulsion to wear Jordans. Through this comparison, the poem explores the complexities of peer influence and the illusion of moral superiority, ultimately questioning whether anyone can truly stand apart from societal pressures.
Social conformity, peer pressure, moral hypocrisy, pronouns in schools, gender identity, societal trends, adolescence, power dynamics, contemporary issues, personal empowerment, puberty blockers, body autonomy, moral critique, social trends, classroom authority.
A Goonie (like Lady Bunny)
The piece titled "A Goonie (like Lady Bunny)" engages with the complex intersections of radical individualism, social taboos, and the contemporary culture wars. Drawing inspiration from controversial figures like Georges Bataille and the Marquis de Sade, the author constructs a persona who champions an eclectic set of beliefs and practices, ranging from miscegenation and crossdressing to more extreme behaviors such as cannibalism and zoophilia. This persona is framed as an unapologetic opponent of societal norms, particularly those that the persona views as hypocritical—such as the consumption of certain animals while condemning others, or the harvesting of plant life while decrying the use of animal byproducts.
The piece further explores the persona's war against what he perceives as the "safe-space ethos" pervasive in contemporary culture, particularly in the context of cancel culture, censorship, and the suppression of dissenting views. The persona criticizes the anti-Nietzschean tendencies of modern society, where intellectual and artistic freedom is curtailed in the name of protecting sensitivities. This critique extends to the policies of HR and DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) departments, which the persona sees as reinforcing this ethos beyond the theoretical level.
Interestingly, the persona's alignment against cancel culture and safe-space mentality brings him into uncomfortable proximity with right-wing figures who, despite sharing his disdain for censorship, harbor regressive views on issues like gender identity and body positivity. The piece highlights the irony of this entanglement, as the persona finds himself allied with those who mock trans and fat people, despite his own advocacy for freedom from societal norms. The tension between the persona's radical libertarianism and the bigotry of some of his allies underscores the complexity and contradictions inherent in the modern discourse on freedom, identity, and social justice.
radical individualism, cancel culture, censorship, social taboos, Nietzschean critique, safe-space ethos, Bataille, de Sade, trans rights, fat shaming, identity politics, social justice, DEI, cultural hypocrisy.
An Open Letter to Literary Magazines
In "An Open Letter to Literary Magazines," the author confronts the contemporary literary landscape, specifically targeting the perceived decline of transgressive writing within reputable and even obscure venues. The piece grapples with the infiltration of politically correct agendas, which aim to sanitize content in the name of creating "safe spaces." This trend, the author argues, has seeped into institutions that were once bastions of intellectual rigor and boundary-pushing discourse, such as comedy clubs, literary magazines, and universities.
The letter opens with a broad condemnation of the current state of literary venues, highlighting a pervasive "HR agenda" that seeks to shield audiences from unsettling content. The author decries this trend as "mediocritizing" and suggests it stifles growth by limiting exposure to challenging ideas. The language used—"niqab reality," "metastasized," and "trigger-minimal"—conveys a sense of suffocation and stagnation. This imagery underscores the perceived loss of authenticity and depth in contemporary literary and academic environments.
Central to the argument is the notion that the right to remain unchallenged has gained undue prominence. This sentiment is portrayed as having spread virally from academic campuses to social media and beyond, infecting even "innocent countries." The letter criticizes the practice of allowing students to opt-out of readings deemed too triggering, positing that this undermines the educational mission of universities. The hyperbolic example of a professor fired for teaching the Chinese word for "um" illustrates the extremes to which this protective impulse can lead, suggesting a stifling environment where even benign content is censored.
The author contends that the concept of "transgressive literature" has been co-opted and diluted by what is, paradoxically, an anti-transgressive agenda. Instead of fostering genuine boundary-pushing content, literary magazines are accused of promoting works that align with a new orthodoxy—what the author derisively terms "militant HR-memos." These works, while superficially bold, ultimately serve to reinforce prevailing ideological norms rather than challenge them. The satirical tone and use of phrases like "militant HR-memos" and "fidelity to orthodoxy" highlight the perceived absurdity of this shift.
Further, the letter critiques the expanding list of what is deemed "problematic," arguing that this trend leads to the exclusion of authentic expressions of human experience. The mention of "trans character that gets murdered," "animal abuse," and "cuisine nonnative to the author" as examples of censored content underscores the perceived overreach of these policies. The author laments the loss of a space where writers can "voice the deepest nuances of our humanity in the nude," free from the "ever-expanding and ever-thickening filters of social media."
In calling for a revival of truly transgressive writing, the author invokes the legacy of figures like Bataille, whose work epitomizes the outsider, subversive, and unspeakable. The rhetorical question at the end—"Is not the right wing, embolismed by children’s books of crossdressing kids, supposed to be the wing that bans art?"—serves to highlight the irony of the left-leaning literary establishment engaging in censorship. This inversion of expectations underscores the essay's central thesis: that the guardians of liberal, progressive values have become the new censors, undermining the very principles they claim to uphold.
"An Open Letter to Literary Magazines" is a passionate and provocative critique of contemporary literary culture. The author challenges the current norms that prioritize emotional safety over intellectual rigor and artistic freedom. Through a blend of satire, hyperbole, and earnest critique, the letter calls for a return to a more robust, challenging, and genuinely transgressive literary environment. The piece serves as a rallying cry for those who believe in the transformative power of unsettling art and the necessity of preserving spaces where the full spectrum of human experience can be explored without fear of censorship.
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Scholarly Essay: "Pound Town: A Defense of the Moral Permissibility of Bestiality"
"Pound Town: A Defense of the Moral Permissibility of Bestiality" is a work of philosophical provocation in the tradition of the academic thought experiment — rigorous, footnoted, structured in the formal architecture of analytic ethics, and dedicated to two figures (Gary Varner, a philosopher of animal ethics, and Grandpa Jack) whose juxtaposition announces the essay's governing tonal register: the personal and the scholarly, the lived and the argued, occupying the same space without apology. It is a piece that takes seriously the philosophical obligation to follow argument wherever it leads, even when — especially when — it leads somewhere the culture has decided in advance cannot be arrived at by honest reasoning. Whether one arrives at its conclusions or not, the essay is a sustained demonstration that the consensus against bestiality rests on philosophical foundations considerably shakier than its cultural certainty suggests.
The essay's formal strategy is the systematic elimination of available rationales. It does not argue for bestiality in the abstract or as a general practice. It argues for the moral permissibility of certain instances of bestiality — a narrower and more defensible claim — and it does so by walking through every category of objection the philosophical and cultural arsenal provides: intuition, biblical authority, naturalness, animal wellbeing, and human wellbeing. Each section follows the same structure: state the argument in its most rigorous form, then dismantle it. What accumulates across these demolitions is not a positive case for bestiality so much as a negative case against the coherence of its prohibition — a demonstration that the grounds on which the taboo rests are either internally inconsistent, arbitrarily applied, or insufficient to do the philosophical work required of them.
The twelve cases organized into four categories at the essay's opening are the piece's most formally accomplished section, and they deserve attention as a philosophical device before anything else. The cases range from unequivocally immoral scenarios — the hen throttled to death in Case 1, the starved collie in Case 2, the drugged piglet in Case 3 — to scenarios of such apparent benignity that the moral objection becomes increasingly difficult to locate: the tween girl getting off from her horse's gyrations in Case 4, the man ejaculating on a turtle's shell in Case 6, the primatologist taken by the orangutan in Case 7. This range is not rhetorical sleight of hand but philosophical precision: it forces the reader to specify exactly what feature of any given case makes it morally objectionable, and in doing so exposes how few of the available features — coercion, harm, lack of consent — apply to the cases in the B, C, and D categories. The cases are the essay's most effective argumentative tool because they make concrete what abstract prohibition tends to leave vague.
The section on intuition is where the essay's most philosophically consequential argument lives, and it is constructed with genuine care. The essay does not dismiss intuition as a moral guide; it accepts the reality of the disgust response and even owns it in the first person — "I too find it disgusting to envision someone, say, performing fellatio on a horse." What it refuses is the move from disgust to moral impermissibility, and it does so by attacking both premises of the intuition argument. Against premise two — that intuition against bestiality is universal — it marshals an extraordinary ethnographic inventory: ancient Egyptians, ancient Greeks, ancient Hindus, the Kisii of Kenya, the Masai, the Comeburras of Colombia, the Inuit, numerous tribal cultures across four continents, and a list of historically famous suspected practitioners that ranges from Tiberius to Aleister Crowley. The inventory is not merely comprehensive; it is philosophically functional. If the intuition against bestiality were a reliable moral guide, it would need to be something like universal. The evidence suggests it is not.
Against premise one — that intuitive wrongness implies moral wrongness — the essay deploys its most rhetorically powerful passage: the extended catalogue of human cognitive failures, biases, and moral atrocities that our intuitions have licensed, from geocentrism to the skull-reading of phrenology to the intuitive wrongness of miscegenation. The catalogue is deliberately excessive, accumulating well past the point at which any single item would suffice to make the logical point, because the accumulation is itself the argument: we are the sort of critters who cannot trust our gut about things we have decided in advance. The section on intuition concludes that moral repugnance, however indelible, requires independent justification — and then spends the rest of the essay demonstrating that the available independent justifications fail.
The biblical section is brisk because its work is largely done by the consistency argument: the Bible condemns homosexuality with the same force it condemns bestiality, and we have decided that the Bible's condemnation of homosexuality is insufficient to establish its immorality. The same epistemic grounds that license that conclusion license the same conclusion about bestiality. The essay does not attack the Bible's authority on religious grounds but on grounds of internal inconsistency and demonstrated errancy: a document that prohibits eating lobsters and getting tattoos and wearing linen-wool blends cannot be treated as a reliable moral authority on bestiality without accounting for why those prohibitions are being selectively ignored. The section's most philosophically interesting moment is the discussion of divine command theory, where the essay acknowledges the internal logic of the position — if right and wrong are ultimately God's arbitrary decree, then everything depends on correctly identifying God's decrees — while exposing the epistemic problem that position generates: by what method does one establish that the Bible, rather than competing holy texts, reflects those decrees?
The section on naturalness dispatches the is-ought fallacy with appropriate efficiency and then spends more time than strictly necessary on the enumeration of meanings of "unnatural" — not because the argument requires it, but because the enumeration reveals how many different objections are being bundled under a single term and how few of them, when separated and examined individually, withstand scrutiny. The observation that naturalness arguments are wielded against bestiality by people who sleep with CPAPs in air-conditioned homes after heart transplants is the essay's most elegant single point, delivered with the compression of good comic writing.
The animal wellbeing section is the essay's most extended and most philosophically serious, because it engages the strongest available objection. The essay does not dismiss the consent framework; it argues that animals can in fact communicate consent through behavioral signals — and here the inclusion of Liz Moores's description of equine attunement is the essay's most formally distinctive move, embedding a perfumer's testimony about the near-psychic quality of the human-horse bond in the middle of a philosophical argument about consent capacity. The passage is not merely decorative. It is evidence: the claim that horses cannot communicate consent, willingness, and refusal is empirically contested by anyone with sustained experience of horses, and the essay appeals to that experience directly. The section's most philosophically rigorous passage is the extended argument distinguishing the animal from the toddler — four criteria (hormonal maturity, radically different future, likelihood of later trauma, not yet at full cognitive capacity) that jointly explain why behavioral consent from an animal suffices where the same behavioral consent from a toddler does not. The distinction is careful and the criteria are genuinely functional, blocking the most common reductio offered against the consent argument.
The human wellbeing section is where the essay's rhetorical energy is highest, because it is where the essay's central meta-argument becomes most explicit: what is actually driving the taboo is not concern for animals but concern for human identity, human social order, and the illusion of human exceptionalism. The slippery slope arguments against bestiality are exposed as fallacies through the observation that the same logic would imply that consensual sex with humans increases the likelihood of nonconsensual sex with humans — a conclusion no one draws. The zoonotic disease objection is met with the observation that human-to-human sex also transmits disease, that precautionary measures reduce transmission risk to manageable levels, and that we do not condemn homosexual sex despite its statistically elevated disease transmission rates. The physical injury objection is met with the observation that risk of injury does not render an activity immoral — a point illustrated by skydivers and MMA fighters and Alaskan crab fishermen.
But the section's most penetrating argument is the one about intent. The essay identifies the extraordinary fact that the same physical acts — masturbating animals, fingering their anuses, fondling their genitalia for insemination purposes — are standard husbandry practice when performed without sexual intent and criminal bestiality when performed with it. The mere addition of human arousal converts a kosher farmhand procedure into moral depravity. The essay does not simply note the arbitrariness of this distinction; it names what it reveals: that the taboo on bestiality is fundamentally about protecting the human's sense of radical difference from animals, and that this protection is organized not around actual harm to anyone but around the maintenance of a conceptual boundary that evolutionary biology has already rendered philosophically dubious.
The concluding argument is the essay's most formally elegant section, structured as a dilemma that closes without remainder. Either animals have no moral worth — in which case bestiality is permissible for the same reasons any use of animals is permissible, and the other rationales have already been shown to fail — or animals have at least some moral worth — in which case the essay's cases demonstrate that bestiality need not violate that worth, and once again the other rationales have been shown to fail. The dilemma is constructed so that neither horn provides a stable position from which to maintain the absolute prohibition, and the essay's final image — "uncontroversial enjoyment of earthly beings thrown into this, like this, with such a transient lifespan" — is its most philosophically honest moment: the view from Camus and Sartre, the absurdist perspective that asks what, in a cosmos of countless suns and reams of death, justifies the certainty with which we organize our moral horror.
What "Pound Town" achieves is something genuinely difficult in philosophical writing: it makes the reader feel the inadequacy of their own position without necessarily arriving at the author's conclusion. The essay does not require the reader to endorse bestiality. It requires the reader to explain, with genuine rigor, why the cases in categories B, C, and D are wrong — and it has, by the time that requirement becomes clear, already demolished the most available explanations. The dedication to Grandpa Jack alongside Gary Varner is the essay's final formal gesture: the argument belongs to the philosophical tradition and to a life, and the philosophical tradition cannot be fully separated from the life that inhabits it.
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A rigorous work of analytic philosophy arguing through intuition, biblical authority, naturalness, animal wellbeing, and human wellbeing that bestiality is morally permissible in certain circumstances — systematically exposing the internal inconsistencies of its prohibition and identifying human exceptionalism, rather than genuine moral concern, as the taboo's actual foundation.
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Pound Town bestiality philosophy, moral permissibility bestiality, animal consent, zoophilia ethics, divine command theory, naturalness fallacy, is-ought fallacy, animal wellbeing argument, human exceptionalism, consent and behavioral signals, slippery slope fallacy, analytic ethics provocateur, thought experiment cases, Hypocorism, interspecies ethics