We want people to be happy and fulfilled. But we have to admit the truth: embracing and even celebrating delusion hurts everyone.
This week a woman who identifies as a male made headlines for having sex with a man and, gasp, getting pregnant. (Funny how that happens.) Her pregnancy is being praised as the new frontier of civil rights. Progress. Tolerance. Screw what the child actually needs. As long as they’re not hurting anyone, right?
This week I also saw a 25-year-old man express his abject hatred for his human body. His soul, apparently, is that of a Mexican wolf. Sometimes the longing for his “true” body (one with fur, paws, and a tail) leaves him on all fours physically howling at the moon all night. His friend, a similarly aged man, is a self-proclaimed nonbinary neutrois, gyneromantic, asexual demonkin who has a deeply held belief that his soul has long been prowling the earth as a demon. Not my cup of tea, but to each his own. It doesn’t affect or hurt me, so why should I care?