QueerMan Blog Supplemental

 First Post, May the 8th, 2022

The Cult of the QueerMan is a symbolic reminder of those who adhere to the idea that a Man’s life belongs to the Man.
However, the most difficult part, as stated from ancient times, is to know what is the Man’s (yours) essence and what was implanted there by parents, teachers, society and hence your fear of not being like the rest (normal). Being normal is having the same “illness” as the man next door. At times that illness is damaging to some.

Warning: I write long-ish phrases but it’s for a reason that serves me and hopefully won’t alienate all of u who want to try and see if there’s anything interesting for you in my words.

In this blog I will present my personal views of how and what happened in my life till now (60 years of age as of November 2021). My blog entries will show how I, like most of us, started to become an Ikea piece of furniture with an assembly manual.

In all good intentions (let’s leave it to that for now) my parents and teachers tried to whittle me into the puppet that would fit in a society and survive as much/best as it would be possible. They almost managed but there was a counter-force in me that diverted that road. We all have various degrees of that but sometimes its faint voice doesn’t catch our attention ever or until years later.
The counter-culture was directed towards the institutionalized society, the over-capitalistic force of leveling any element astray from its rules.
The counter-culture of the Queer Man Cult is directed towards yourself, by yourself, without the purpose of disturbing the balance you may have achieved. If that ever happens it’ll be as a result of your personal decision, provided you will have sufficient knowledge and power to do it. At times one “revelation” usurping a previous state of being is a temporary trap.
This blog is about how I started to observe the Ikea nuts and bolts, the component parts (forcefully) fitting each other. This observation let me decide what I want to keep from that survival mechanism emerging, what I want to discard, and which aspects of my nature were drowning due to my neglect.

The word Gay used to mean “not straight”. It was a statement and a unifying symbol for the marginalized, excluded, the persecuted.
Once Gay became legal, soon its pornographic chapters flooded the world. Gay love being in your face, something non-gays cannot easily understand. But the heteronormative culture mainly associates gays with sex debauchery and pornographic imagery.
Here comes a newer word: Queer. That is to say “not straight” but also not what you, the straight white boy, thinks you know about gays. Queer can be almost anyone, as long as one tries to form his own ideas about life and decide for himself what course his pursuit of happiness should take.