Something wicked this way comes
Burning down the house
Recently, after mulling it over for about 14 months, I decided to become the most dangerous, unhinged, villainous version of myself.
I made this decision because no one else really seemed up to the task. Half the people I see branding themselves based on their own villainy are cowards—angry teenagers at best. I’ve managed to rankle a few of them in recent months simply by existing in defiance of all binaries and established schools of thought; things villains famously hate.
That is, if you’re the genuine article.
The funny thing is that most of the people I see running around proclaiming to be powerful and polarizing are anything but. They’re just repeating the same political talking points and identitarian bullshit that greater minds concocted ages ago. (It’s embarrassing for them, really)
It’s become apparent to me that I’m perfectly positioned to comment on this culture of pussy-ass punks trying to appropriate the aesthetic of actual rebellion when really they’re just towing the party line.
And I am positioned to do so because I’m a lifetime member of a well-established and highly unpopular club that no one talks about anymore.
I am an iconoclast.
I’ll start by dragging out this dusty old dictionary for those of you who aren’t already aware: an iconoclast is one who attacks cherished beliefs or institutions they view to be pernicious or fallacious. An iconoclast is someone who doesn’t fit in with any one specific movement or belief system. Instead, they move through all of them; a stranger in every culture they pass through.
I was raised by an autistic father with a Sagittarius Sun, Virgo Moon, and Scorpio Mercury. He loves to remind me that we are very alike. And though I am loathe to admit it sometimes, he’s right. If there’s one thing my dad and I know how to do it’s be island. Charming island. Somewhat sociable island. Totally visitable island. But island nonetheless.
None of my core interests or activities are really dependent on other people or even much connected to the larger culture. My beliefs don’t perfectly align with any one movement, political party, or identity group. (To break out my leftist bonafides, I’m autistic, ADHD, OCD, cPTSD, queer, and disabled. I’m basically bulletproof to the folks who bow only to Lived Experience™)
I am not overly concerned with appealing to any specific group of people. And in fact, I put up hard boundaries with anyone who needs me to believe a certain way or be a certain thing in order to accept me. If you can’t metabolize my complexities and still recognize my earnest desire to do what I think is right and protect those aspects of humanity I view as sacred (I’m an iconoclast, not a cynic), I have no intention of letting you into my inner circle.
It’s fine if you disagree with me. What I don’t condone is attempts to change me without having first even related to me.
If you try to compel my compliance by revoking my “good person” status, I will spit it back in your face with a bloody smile.
That’s not to say I’m not open to change. I find that I’m more open than most—by a fair margin. But I believe in the principle of influence. Which, as Dr. Carolyn Lovewell defines it, involves wanting what someone else wants for themself above any other concerns. Meaning, you can’t have ulterior motives. In order to be influential, you have to understand what you’re attempting to influence. You have to get to know what they value and assemble a worldview they would deem attractive. (To be concise, try dusting off those persuasive writing skills you shelved after completing English 102)
Once again, I digress. There’s a larger point I want to make here and it doesn’t have to do with politics or movements or post-modernism. So let me get straight to it.
When I started this blog, I wanted to talk to a wide variety of people. I wanted to spread my message to as many people as possible who could actually appreciate it—anyone who could even remotely be receptive to it. Because I view the transformational power of creativity and archetypal self-work to be a critical aspect in evolving consciousness. And that’s what I’m here to do.
Basically, I wanted to awaken as many people as possible, as soon as possible, to their own power. Because I was tired of trying to crack the strays I had picked up along the way that were too scared to ever really claim theirs.
However, I have since realized that I need to be a little bit more ruthless in discerning who my work is for and what I want to say. Not because my work can’t speak to a wider array of people, but because in order for my work to be most effective, I have to drill down on my core audience—the specific subset most amenable and aligned with me.
I want to talk to the people who are in contact with Evil.
I want to talk to the people who are well-acquainted with power and interested in learning how to wield it—safely but mercilessly.
I have no time or patience for the people who aren’t sure if they’re creative. Who aren’t sure if they’re powerful. Who aren’t sure if they’re here for a purpose in this life. I can understand those folks and even, in my own way, relate to them. But it doesn’t change the fact that I have always know, deep down, that I am all of these things. Even when parts of me have done everything in their power to suppress that knowing, to keep me in the safe zone where I could never threaten anyone, that part of me still remains incendiary—menacing and malevolent under many layers of denial.
I am here to fuck shit up.
I am here to say the things no one else is willing to say, to see what no one else is willing to see.
And all of the others, as Kendrick Lamar, resident Gemini Laureate would say—well…they’re not like us.
If you’re reading this today and you feel any inkling of Erotic titillation when you think about embodying the Godself, leaning into your legendary persona as an act of audacious, deliberate, campy daring, becoming a fucking predator, I’m begging you to bear arms.
I need you to take up your sword and come out swinging.
Anyone who gets cut will be collateral damage.
Special thanks to Adriana Michelle for supporting this publication. <333
Its precisely this iconoclast nature of yours that I'm drawn to! Free thinkers and power wielders are SO HOT 🥵🔥