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1/ This manifesto of misery is a wretched thing. You are not your pronouns. You are not the computer game you play. You are not the colour of your hair.

These are superficialities, you are not the surface level of you, you are a vast solar system of humanity within you

2/ You are a constellation and sometimes foreign galaxy of impossibly shining dust and spectra of nebula, you are vast multi coloured clouds each moment moving and more beautiful that the last. You gaze up at these skies like no generation before.

3/ In front of you and obscuring you are your tictoks and tweets and posts telling you what your sky must look like and trying to make of you a heretic who would write false star charts and belittle and make pencil marks of the things inside you.

4/ You are star gazers but your telescope is askew and much spun and set about by forces telling you where to look and what to note. And of course you feel you must for everyone else is and growing into the vast galaxy you are is task enough.

5/ Youth is a moment to be swayed by no one other than someone who loves you. Cast away the bureaucrats who tell you to “identify” into boxes. Ignore those who say the cartography or the stars must be written this way or that.

6/ There is a music to the stars. A resonance of light, waves dancing between spectra of light and sound, these adventures are yours. Let no charity or school or teacher or loudmouth on the internet constrain a beauty that cannot being to understand. Be wild and spike on a graph

7/ Be the anomaly, be your outsider, but never be either that the bureaucrats with their pronouns tell you to be. Reject their carefully controlled explosion and detonate into all the vivid colours you can be. Love back those to who you. Listen to parents who adore you.

8/ Respect your grand parents who treasure you more than anything. Tolerate your uncle’s jokes and text your aunties. Watch over your brothers and sisters and don’t forget your cousins. These are all stars in the constellation or your life.

9/ Forsake these “cool” adults who would groom you or make you use their words and pronouns and make of you a black hole that can only consume and will never be sated. Beware their easy answers, a galaxy cannot fit into a box and you never will.

10/ Expand and glow, be vivid and vibrant, be great forces of space time in yourself, be a thing that is you to your quantum level of uncertainty and know that all humans vibrate with fear like sub atoms sometimes.

Hand them back their thin dictionary.

11/ You are more than pronouns or offence or some group or some minority. You were born of a universe made of space and wonder and you are more part of that tropical coloured dance of superheated gas and mineral and dust than you are a word in their book. Human, you are astronomy