Fuck Imposter Syndrome
Say it with me
Say it again
Say it louder for the people in the back
Imposter syndrome for us unlableable deities, infinitely geometried spirits, mushy otherworldly entities and gentletheys is a product of being raised in a world that automatically applies a singular label to you the moment you’re born and then acts like that label is really aCtUaLlY the right one underneath it all and you’ll never be anything different.
To which I say… FUUUUUCK IMPOSTER SYNDROME.
I’m a being of pure creation, all of existence resulted in my being created, who THE FUCK gets to tell me that I am or have to be any fucking thing that any fucking idiot tries to tell me I am, much less the fucking idiot I am myself.
YOU are so blindingly unique and yourself and worthy of every single piece of joy that is already yours for just existing right alongside every piece of pain and hurt and rejection, YOU are incredible and perfect.
I want to hear the hills sing with gender-fluid joy as we tear down the systems of oppression and become whatever the fuck we want to be without restriction or question or reservation.
Are we imposters? Fuck yes we are, because the world tried to force us to be something entirely artificial, something utterly made up, in order to sell us a consumer lifestyle of greed and convenience at the expense of literally everything real. The only imposter syndrome we need to worry about is the one we’re all in the process of escaping every single day called heteronormative monoculture.
Burn like suns you glorious creatures. I love all of you.