Hey, imagine growing up in an environment that deliberately stunts your emotional development since early childhood, encourages you to hide your feelings or mask them with anger, ties your essential worth as a person to your utility, neglects and ghosts you as punishment for transgressions, models all relationships either as transactions or conquests, and constantly flirts with an idea to kill you in the name of some belief, policy, dogma or tradition. All that with ZERO PEER SUPPORT, and zero solidarity amongst your gender.

Identifying with a banished Greek god of War sometimes helps me trough the day. If he can transcend a moldy curse of war-mongering masculinity to focus on those he loves, so can I. I expect no judgement.