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GEN-X IN THE HOUSE.... I love and h*te the interwebs. As beautiful and informative it can be.......... IT'S THE LIE!!! The world, when you get in their face, is truly on a dimension that People don't have access to anymore. My world is >>>>> CRAZY 4 REAL. Here is a bit of my lore

To alleviate any confusion, here’s an extremely solid description of what Punk is.

Discussion

Punk is not just a style or a musical genre—it’s a whole culture. At its core, punk is working-class, left-leaning, and rooted in an art-based ethos. It’s a movement that embraces all the facets that come with being a true culture—history, art, fashions, music, literature, philosophies, social customs, and ideologies. Punk has its own set of values, a mosaic of ideas that have been forged over decades, and while not everyone agrees on everything, there are some key threads that run through it.

First and foremost, punk is anti-authoritarian and fiercely anti-fascist. It rejects oppressive systems, whether they be political, social, or cultural. Punk fights against any form of control or oppression that stifles freedom, individuality, and expression. The punk ethos is one of resistance: resisting systems that force conformity, resisting censorship, and resisting the status quo.

Punk is pro-vulgarity, pro-noise, and pro-expression—even if that expression is jarring or controversial. It’s about saying the things you’re not supposed to say, rejecting polite, sanitized versions of reality. Punk is not about being agreeable; it’s about being honest, loud, and real, even if that means offending people along the way. It’s the rawness of unfiltered thought and emotion, the kind of speech that doesn’t fit neatly into society’s comfortable boxes. This freedom of expression is a key part of what makes punk a living, breathing culture.

It’s utilitarian and working class, in the sense that punk values practical, direct action and rejects elitism. It’s not about luxury or convenience, but about making do with what you have and standing up for the people who get the least attention in society—the underdogs, the outsiders, the marginalized. Punk speaks to the reality of living in a world that often doesn’t care about the struggles of ordinary people, and it gives voice to those who are often unheard.

Punk is also a culture of DIY (Do It Yourself). It’s about creating your own music, your own art, your own fashion, your own rules. It’s about taking control of your own narrative, and rejecting the idea that only the mainstream or the commercially sanctioned can create culture. Punk has always been about making things happen yourself, even when you don’t have a budget, even when you don’t have the resources. It’s about self-reliance and independence.

Punk is a culture that challenges and deconstructs traditional notions of beauty, success, and normalcy. It embraces imperfection, messiness, and the beauty of chaos. It’s not about fitting in; it’s about standing out, questioning everything, and always pushing forward.

It’s a culture of ideas—of radical, critical thinking that doesn’t accept things as they are just because they’ve always been that way. Punk engages with philosophy, politics, and social issues, but does so in a way that’s accessible, that doesn’t demand you have a degree or a specific set of credentials to participate. It’s about community, dialogue, and the shared goal of challenging injustice in all its forms.

Ultimately, punk is a celebration of freedom—freedom to think, to express, to live, and to be exactly who you are without apology. It’s messy, loud, and at times uncomfortable, but it’s never boring. It’s a culture of rebellion, yes, but also one of creativity, solidarity, and a refusal to bow down to anything that tries to silence or oppress. It’s an ongoing conversation that refuses to be neatly categorized or defined. Punk isn’t just something you can put on or take off—it’s a mindset, a lifestyle, and a movement that continues to evolve as long as there are people willing to fight for a different world.

Punk is incompatible with the majority of modern right wing ideas, and therefore, cannot be inclusive of them.

Homophobia, racism, capitalism, right or left wing authoritarianism…. Aren’t what the culture of punk has built itself to be.

UPDATE 2

Punk is also very fun… it’s not all doom and gloom and political rants.

It’s also a great time at a shitty house show.

UPDATE 3

Old heads..… don’t harass younger punks who enjoy the aesthetics and fashion of punk… y’know… the aesthetics and fashions that YOUR generation created?

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Sci-fi? Or a predictive text?

Human space has always been large. Generations ago when ftl was first invented humans used it to create far off colonies, but then those colonies created colonies, and so on and so fourth, until nobody even knew where human space ends.

You were on an exploratory mission, and your ship ended up flung way further and faster out into the universe than you thought you could go, and ended up way past what you wanted to explore. You were lucky to still be in human space, but the culture was entirely unknown.

The first system you went to was filled with humans wearing hoods and masks, and clothing that covered their entire bodies. When they met you they made you wear the same clothing as them, and you quickly learned that in the local cluster of planets any skin being shown was completely taboo, even the smallest inch on any part of the body. The closest they had to revealing clothing were tighter fitting garments, and more humanoid masks. They started helping you repair your ship, but it would take a few years.

And while you were there it seemed strange at first. You felt sad for the mask wearers, knowing that people would never know the appearance of their closest freinds, their siblings, their parents. Even eating was strange, being done with the same privacy as a shower would be on your planet. It felt as if the masked people had lost some element of humanity.

As time went on, and as you got used to wearing their clothing it stopped feeling that way though. You had close freinds on those planets now, and you found it weird to want to see their faces, it would be weird to, perhaps it was better with them choosing how they looked. And soon the idea of someone having an exposed face seemed weird, at least it was when you left. Part of you wished they hadn't fixed your ship, you had a life there. But they did, and you left.

When you got to your ship again you spent months avoiding pirates and androids before getting to your next safe planet. When you got there the people looked strange, most of them had prosthetic body parts, many of them looking so cut up that they didnt even look human. You learned that it was the custom there in those local systems, to slowly remove body parts as people aged, until they completely lacked biological forms, and were purely mechanical beings.

The custom was horrifying to you for your first few weeks there. And you knew it would be awhile since your ship needed fuel. People celebrated their first amputation, discarded limbs would be preserved like baby teeth, and it was all so casual a mutilation. You knew a young woman there who would talk so cheerfully about how they were going to remove the bottom part of her face, and how excited she was. You couldn't bare to look at anyone.

But as months became years, and you had a job as a professor of far off cultures, you began to understand. Not agree but understand. They could live forever, and never be disabled by old age. Children could visit their great great grandparents. And soon the amputations that disgusted you became commonplace enough to ignore. You even agreed to have a broken arm replaced, as so few doctors knew how to mend one. But you left, and you wept as you left, for all the people you'd never see again.

It took you awhile to find a habitable planet again. You were lonely for a time. And when you found one again it was like a drowning person finding water. The people in the new planet you found looked strange, they were hairless and androgynous, many of them either underweight or chubby, or somehow both, and all with a softness to them. Pretty soon you found out that their civilization reproduced using machines, and removed their children's testicles or ovaries as soon as possible, never letting them go through puberty.

Even having seen many worlds these people disturbed you. Their bodies were so broken looking, being so obviously incomplete to you. They thought of you as an oddity but they didn't even know what was taken from them. None of them had or desired sex, their genitals remaining childlike and useless, and because of that they were naïve to any hint of sexuality, they'd shadow publicly, and it was normal for friends to kiss and cuddle naked. It felt as if they had lost so much of what made someone human, and like you had no way of telling them.

But as time went on it too became normal. Even though you told yourself it wasn't. Sex seemed weird and useless when nobody had it, and bodies seemed normal when they were the only kind around. You thought they were missing something at first but they just weren't, they were as human as you, they could still live full lives. And in time it was all ok. After spending years there you ended up with a wife there, and though you never were allowed to have sex you loved eachother. But you eventually left, you had to, even though your wife wept as you said goodbye, it was in your nature to leave after years as it was in their nature to castrate children.

You've come to your next planet now, and they seemed to be serving human flesh alongside all the normal meats like pig and cow. It's disturbing to your right now but your sure it'll all be normal in time. Everything is normal in time.

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God loves transsexual people and so does preacherdog. Little, Agere, AbDl or Trans, it doesn't matter, we are all HIS children.

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Gott liebt transsexuelle Menschen und preacherdog auch. Little, Agere, AbDl oder Trans, es ist so egal, wir sind alle SEINE Kinder.

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This posture is jaw dropping

Hey sweetie

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Beauty personified

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Is it only me, or you all can also see my huge third leg 🍆🤭. Please you'll reblog and welcome me to the trans community here 🤗🤗.

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Dating a trans girl like me isn’t Gay ❤️‍🩹

Reblog if am feminine enough 🥹

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Im such a tease 😈

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I love this world. I fucking hate this world. I wish to be of service to everyone in this timeline. Fuck everything and everyone. Damn...... I'm pooped.

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#hairmetal

#weweresissybeforeuwereborn

18 year old me in my hair metal days. Lol

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It's ur entirety

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I must eat u then.

Does your trans goddess have an ass this thick and a dick this big? 😘🤭❤️💕

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Yes mommy

Who wants to kneel before me and awaken my girly wand 😋👅👅👅🤤🤤

Say “yes mommy”

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Im going to lose my mind.

Reblog if you would love to suck my cock 💦

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Don't tease. I get squishy

Ever wished to be fucked real hard by hot trans? Reblog and send a DM🥰❤️

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I am pretty advanced. Lol

Anyone? OK. I'm in the future

Justdavina say's.. Transgender is the future!

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