I am a rebel. I am an anarchist. I seek confilct. I try to cause problems and rock everyone’s boat. I am evil. I am a sinner. I have no rights. I should not be treated with humanity. I am sick. I am not normal, but I can be cured.

My brain is not well formed. I want to have sex with you and can think of nothing else. I want to change you and make you just like me. I am always trying to hit on you because I like to rape and molest and have sex all the time. I am an animal. I don’t know what I am or what is good for me. I need help. I should see a psychiatrist.

I should be laughed at and pointed at. I am a freak. I should be treated with either kid gloves or boxing gloves because I am so different. I want special rights. I should be rejected, and when I feel sad and lonely, I should not be comforted, I should be made to feel worse.

I should be killed. I should be put on display to warn others not to be like me. I try to make you feel awkard. I should be sneered at. I should not fight back. I should not want to be equal. I should not expect to be tolerated. If you are so nice as to give me tolerance, I should not be so greedy as to expect support.

If I am allowed to live, I should not be allowed to live in your neighborhood. If I am allowed to congregate with my kind, we should not go where we can be seen. Public space is only yours to live in. If I am allowed to feel love, I cannot show it to anyone who is not like me. If I am insulted, I should be glad it wasn’t worse. If I am hit, I should take it with a grain of salt. I should not expect any better than to be treated like dirt whose only purpose is to be stepped on. I will not resent you. I will not hate you as much as you hate me:

(Lies)

–Jim Filipoicz