People Are Strange

People love to receive orders. People love to execute orders. Someone says A and they do A. B and they do B. That's why people who follow the rules unconditionally are so beloved (N). Their heavenly god says A and they do A. B is B. No questions asked. Their terrestrial god (master, boss, slaver) says A and they do A. B is B. Because people don't like to think. Life is easier. People like to be in a box where they know every corner. They like to define and put things in boxes.

And some people like to give orders. They love to show all the power they have.

That's why people love dogs. Today in the park: “Charlie come here” and Charlie comes. “Charlie sit” and Charlie sits. And there's no reason to come or sit. [He's so intelligent. He understands what I say]. Human being's best friend is a slave, who's a “good boy” or a “good girl” when they follow the orders.

And man's companion is the woman. Another slave who society doesn't teach —from the very moment she's born— to think or decide, but who's taught everything about the pointless and idiosyncratic aberrations they have to undergo in order to please men or so that they don't please them too much. They're taught what their happiness should be, what their behaviour should be. They're taught what's simply natural for all women. They're taught they're happy when they have a nice family with some muscled, violent bone-head around to perpetuate patriarchy over again. Don't think. Someone else will do it for you.

Men are taught to keep their privileges too, but that's nothing in comparison.

Queer

That's why people are scared when the roles are not so well defined. Two men. “Who's the girl?” Two girls. “Who's the man?” It's easier when you know who rules. Other gender conditions, other ways of seeing the world don't even enter people's scope.

Things are (slowly) changing, at least for a (small) percentage of people, but dismantling a status quo that's so well established is really hard and the power to do it is relying on the actions of everyone of us. Big ones, but especially small ones. Everybody. Every day. All day.