The song "No Door to Close" captures the raw, unvarnished reality of homelessness—a life of instability where there is quite literally no door to close. It documents the physical and psychological toll of a world that ignores these struggles, leaving individuals to survive the elements and the constant, piercing scrutiny of those who pass them by. It is a portrait of a life lived on the fringes of society, where survival is the only objective.
The irony of this reality is that the same activists who claim to champion the vulnerable are the first to lash out when they encounter a perspective they cannot control. I have seen this dynamic firsthand: these activists do not attack the message of my song or the biological truth of my recent balloon post because they have a legitimate critique; they attack because I hold views that differ from their own.
After I shared an image of balloons spelling out a biological truth, activists didn't just resort to legal threats of defamation and copyright infringement—they weaponized social media reporting systems to squelch my Instagram account, where I shared this song, until July 1. They rely on the same flying monkey brigades to deplatform and discredit me on Threads and Instagram that they now employ to threaten frivolous lawsuits. It is a classic, fragile playbook: if they cannot win the argument on facts, they attempt to make the social and legal cost of speaking truth—that sex is binary and immutable—unbearable.
They don't care about the reality of the people I describe in my song. They only care about enforcing an ideological dogma. When confronted with anyone who refuses to bend the knee, they resort to intimidation and censorship. But my response remains the same: it ends with them doing exactly fuck all about it.
Play and share this a lot, piss off a TRA.
