Two days ago, I posted the following on X as a response:
So I turned the feeling into a song.
It’s written in 6/8 time — that rolling, swaying rhythm that sits somewhere between a dark waltz and a bitter folk tune. The song keeps the same blunt energy as the tweet: frustration after years of being told that our sexual orientation must be flexible, expandable, and constantly validated by others.
For more than a decade, parts of the activist world have tried to reframe homosexuality as the opening bid in a negotiation. “You’re gay? Great… but are you inclusive enough?” The expectation has been that lesbians and gay men should override their own bodies and desires in order to affirm someone else’s identity. Saying “no thanks” was recast as bigotry. Basic attraction was renamed “genital preference.”
This isn’t compassion. It’s erasure wearing a smile.
Women’s spaces, women’s prisons, same-sex attraction, and biological reality itself have all been pressured or sacrificed in the name of validation. When people point out the obvious problems — whether it’s Graham Linehan, J.K. Rowling, or countless others — they’re attacked as villains.
I’m tired of the gaslighting.
So I wrote the song. It’s raw, direct, and unapologetic. In the meantime, the spirit of it is simple:
From the bottom of my heart… to the tip of my outstretched middle finger.
Some boundaries are not negotiable.
PS As an added bonus, I will be providing you all the audio seeds I used to generate the songs I write as a matter of full disclosure and transparency.
