I believe an introduction is in order

I am often a misunderstood person. I appear in many places, under many faces. Originally I did show my face, but for now I have decided that to do so can cause some trouble for myself and my family. Rest assured, if you read my blog I guarantee, absolutely guarantee, that you will be angered. I will not refrain from speaking my mind, and what is on my mind is out there, suffice to say. Some have come to agree with me, but others have gone as far as to threaten my life simply for holding my positions. But I will not waver. Let me tell you, the few readers that are actually reading this, a few things about myself.




Let's start with the basic labels we have these days.
Race: white, Scottish.
Religion: Satanist.
Sexuality: complicated. Attracted to adult female women as well as little girls. I have had strange urges before. Lately I have wondered what it would be like to give a blowjob.
Politics: socially: near anarchical. Economically: socialist.
Gender: male.
Age:19

Of course, to merely call me a Socialistic, social anarchist, satanic pedophile would be indeed a mislabeling. In fact, all that would be is a mere series of labels. Who am I really? I am not the sum of my age, religion, race, sexuality, political beliefs, and gender. No one is. So who, or what, am I at heart?

We all have glasses that we wear when looking upon others and ourselves. What glasses do you wear? Is it your religion? Your age? Your race? Politics? Sexual identity, or opposition to a sexual identity? Your gender? Maybe your own arrogance?

I shall do my best to remove the glasses that I wear, despite the fact that most are unaware of theirs. Let's ignore my labels for a moment.
It seems almost impossible to describe myself without a label being used. I have typed out at least six or seven sentences only to erase them before writing this one. Very well, then. What am I, objectively?
A human, a soul, a son, an uncle, a friend, a brother, a future father and grandfather and great grandfather, etc., likely a future husband, an activist, a writer, a philosopher, a student, a learner, and a teacher, and the list goes on to infinity.

I am lazy, passionate, strange, lonely, angry, and some would even say evil. But of course I am to those whose sacred cows I come to slaughter and make into delicious chesseburgers, liver and onions, and other beef based foods.

Before I cease this endless book of an introduction, let me say this: do not judge me for what I am, judge me for who I am. Sure, I may be a pedophile, but I have harmed no one. I may be a Satanist, but that doesn't prevent me from being a sweet person. I may be a liberal, but I am not anti-american. I am young, but not stupid. I am male, but not sexist. I am white, but not a racist.

Stick with me and judge me for what I present to you, not by my labels.