I am 26, Swedish, XY Chromosomal - (the defective chromosome set), I’ve recently studied a bachelor’s in composition at the Royal College of Music where I recently got in trouble after doing my graduation work where I explored Valerie Solanas SCUM manifesto. I did what Kant might have called an a priori synthetic judgement of what would happen when a man lived out the moral system of the SCUM manifesto. The result was, as I understand it, too outrageous for the school to handle. Too DANGEROUS. SCUM morals are seemingly not allowed. Not even in the arts. Long live the patriarchy, right?
All I could feel were the cymbals of sunlight crashing on my forehead and, indistinctly, the dazzling spear flying up from the knife in front of me. The scorching blade slashed at my eyelashes and stabbed at my stinging eyes. That’s when everything began to reel. The sea carried up a thick, fiery breath. It seemed to me as if the sky split open from one end to the other to rain down fire.
The Stranger, Camus.