Does anyone else find it as strange as I do that people like Lady Gaga and Bob Dylan stand up as examples of individualism, and preach about being yourself, et cetera (Gaga more so), while exerting a fairly conscious and contrived effort to be anything but themselves? It's come to my attention that we live in a society where we admire individualism and self as a construct, a world that stresses not just being yourself, but the active creation of the You you want to be.
(I swear, I'm not trying to preach anything, or assert any well-formed ideas; I'm just trying to get your braingears moving. A lot of these ideas are much better articulated in Warren Ellis's Doktor Sleepless, which ranks high on my recommended reading list for anyone with half a brain)
That was pretty much the genesis of the new piece I just put up on FiveByFiveHundred.com, about a boy who longs to grow up and be himself, and the trials he faces along the way.
(Please realize that I don't mean any of this as a slight on individualism, or trans-anything for that matter; I'm well aware that some people feel that they may not have been born in the right skin, and I fully support their choices in becoming who they feel they were meant to be. I was just trying to have a little creative fun with the idea of "being yourself" as more of a literal black-and-white concept than it really is.
Or maybe I'm just fucking with syntax and context. I don't know. I need a beer.)
Okay, so I really just liked the title of this song, even though the song has nothing to do with the poem I wrote. But it's still a good song!