Genderfuck.

When you're at school, there's always one person who has to be the centre of attention; the one person who has to have all eyes on them at all times; they wear weird looking clothes, get an inappropriate tattoo in an obvious place, have hundreds of friends - none of whom like them - and they've always got more money than sense. In short, a person who lives by an shallow catechism. I'm sure you remember the time they called the headmaster "a massive cunt" to his face, or the time they wore a t-shirt with a giant knob painted on the back, or that moment when they pissed on the canteen wall just because there were people in the toilets. The person who takes home the school rules, and figures out the opposites, just for their own grandstanding; except instead of 'school' I'm talking about 'the world', and instead of 'that one person' I am talking about 'that entire subset of society'. I'm talking about genderfuck.

To the uninitiated, genderfuck boils down to wanton eccentricity. Who can be the weirdest? It's a driving mentality within the underground GLBTQ movement: Propagated by a select band of hedonistic glitterati in Hollywood. It's weird for the sake of weird, it's reckless abandon and it's 24-hour self-absorbed heaven. In short: It's everything frowned upon by societal norms. Now, obviously, those of you who have ever read anything I've written will realise that I be no means fit into that second mould; the more perceptive of you - however - will have realised that I'm in awe of genderfuck &c. To me it's a chocolate teapot with a nougat centre: Thoroughly pointless on the outside, with an absorbent middle.

Let me explain: If you take genderfuck as a spokesideology for the GLBTQ movement you're obviously doing more harm than good. If, however, you take genderfuck as a movement outside of GLBTQ, and take it as just that, then you can see that some good might come from this. Now, although I've called it "reckless abandon", that's probably just because I'm a bitter and twisted faggot. This kind of promiscuous, drug-taking, effervescent society, is one which I wish I could be a part of someday, it's everything that life is not: Bubbling, insane, materialistic, sexy. Life is positively achromatic when you put it against this lifestyle (and that's ignoring the pink hair dye!) Obviously, if you do think of it as indicative of the G-lifestyle, then you're going to see some fault here. Vapid whores are perhaps not the best demonstrators of the value of sexuality, but, eh, what ya gonna do? You could look at it as pioneering predilection for excess. Everything you wish you could be at all times.

Look at Jeffree Star (model, singer, DJ, fashion designer, all round entrepreneur): The man is loaded, propped up solely by deviation from the norm. The man is a genius, in short. A retrograde winner; progressive and transgressive - "Fuck me, I'm a celebrity: Can't take your hands off me, I know you wanna suck me, what you waiting for?" - entirely self-aware of the vacuous lifestyle he leads, and of the hollowness of his fame - "OMG, LOL, it's true that sex will always sell, now it's time for you to go...". 21st Century philosophy mass-produced for consumption by a notoriously discriminating community.

Trite patois of the genderfuck, admittedly, but unbelievably successful and useful for demonstration. Catchy, too. Terrible word choice.

Don't think me nefarious for promoting this kind of wasteful idealism, but why the hell shouldn't people be allowed to act like this? As long as realise they stand outside of a movement denounced worldwide then we should be fine. One day when people realise the inconsequentiality of sexuality, there need not be this preclusion; until then, as long as there is demarcation from expected and real, we should be fine.

I say go be genderfuck.