... And I utterly refuse. NO autism diagnosis - I'm being sarcastic with my repetitions and just no.
To Rose: I'd rather know you than work on the movie. I'm done with that idea because the attitudes of the townsfolk regarding my sexuality were both wrong and made me into the person who felt the need to do such an extreme piece of activism.
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To the townsfolk: I utterly refuse to act. I have zero desire to perform live, and your insistence that I must has contributed to my worsening mental health. I have a medical certificate re: my bipolar which says I'm unfit for work.
That is still true. So stop asking - I can barely handle the radio gig, let alone anything complicated.
Even if I'm less crazy, my attitude wouldn't change - I have grown tired of the constant negativity about my trans identity.
That's the real reason: I refuse to sing as a guy and I think the 'must pass' is such an insult that I can never be persuaded by those people.
That's why I wrote Weeded Out - as a reality check for those shits, and I refuse to make it because of how those shits reacted to the script.
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Tory may have won, but I have the right to refuse to work for or with anyone and I refuse to join the army.
It's that simple: pacifism, and non-violent resistance. Words may hurt, but they're just that: hurt feelings.
I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't do anything other than write a few songs, demonstrate non-violently for a cause, and make satirical art which sublimates my desire for revolution.
And my bulge is legal, so the town has to back off and let me enjoy my freedom to be gay in public, but not interested in making the film.
I am rude, but it was consistent and a viewpoint that many share, but are too afraid or inside baseball to express publicly re: arts, drugs and sex.
Bother to catch up with me, rather than feinting like you'd offer a gig to me.
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I'm not dyeing my hair: if anything this idea of 'pink = girl' is more binary (ie 'autistic') than my nonbinary third gender life.
I am fine with she or they, but he from people who should know better hurts my feelings and makes me less likely to remember people's names.
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