Geeky Gnarly Odd

There are very few women who are able to understand what I’m going to lay out next.

About five years ago I’ve unintentionally heard how two US military men diagnosed me behind my back of being gay. I’s wondering what factors prompted them to make up those false allegations. Frankly speaking they were neither young and sexy, nor of sufficient intelligence to be able to draw my attention. And that is where I had become sick of social tags.

But the story started a lot earlier. Back in my childhood youngsters regardless of their sex were segregated for either they are rockers or rappers, otherwise — you are a scallybag.

Tomorrow is no different from old days. Building a personal brand isn’t for outsiders. Accurate social network presence preferably to be tailored for immediate falling into filters and patterned categories. Primarily for likes. Rules are fair for everyone regardless their sex. However them both — shamming yourself to be the actual ‘category’ and failing to do so can be painful.

I’ve noticed long ago that combining multiple contemporary trends for something bitterly unpopular but not deprived of somewhat aesthetics, as well as aiming for art and beauty nourishes and nurtures androgyny.

How is it like for a woman caótica? A sharp mind and stubbornness together with her natural instincts make her able to abide suitable for a Husband, a Vacancy, a Hobby Group modern laws. Firstly she challenges herself to become the man she wanted to marry, and secondly — overrides the latest changes.

Being a woman in our modern tribe means being well educated, well bred and well dressed, doesn’t it?

What I learned not so long ago is that there is no ‘honour’ rank to apply to a woman. All near of kin descriptions ought to be replaced with ‘hot’. As well as raising tabooed topics, speaking straight forward on what people usually chose to bury inside are definitely traits that are beyond comme il faut.

The society cannot restrain itself from tagging. Leaving her no chance to be unaesthetic, a matter of negative space. Gnarly. Deliberately uncombed. At least one deviation in her outlook makes her pursuing a crazy-cat-woman, punk, gypsy, nympho, witch, butch, queer or whatever else rather than portrayed a woman-being.

Surprisingly it is women population who impose and promote these stereotypes. We manage to do so simply trying to become augmented humans, reserving no space for oddity and riddle.