The Circle
Our story is our identity
Our identity is the multi-color we paint across the timeline of our lives.
Your timeline is your life— in span. Extending from your physical beginning until your physical end
Our lives are the telling of our story
And this, is The Circle
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Woven, The Conservation of Human Beauties
Over our life, we will weave around our circle the many ways which we will discover and manifest ourselves.
We what is used to weave comes from outside and within and is also called the multicolor or identity.
A well woven circle is something many will recognize with words of reverence for aspects, which are human that make our hearts sing–
joyful, radiance, genius, beautiful.
The protection of identity is the human purpose.
This is why we are in life— the plurification and the conservation of human beauty, also known as identity.
This is the greatest act of love temporal to image we came from— they, which is godly. Rebirth.
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The Truth
The Truth is what allows the circle its form
Some in society have more challenges on the journey to their Truth
For those people the Truth is everything
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The stealing or harming of Truth from the people who need it most is akin to killing that person
I’ve given this aggrievance a specific name
The Coward’s Murder
—and those who steal truth are the weavers of dissonance and delusion.
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How ‘The Circle’ came to be.
Did you know that the beginning of null•step and it’s core ethos was heavily inspired by trans activism?
Yes.
While the nullsteppa is not trans, I go through an experience in my 20’s that gave me insight and the ability to perceive with empathy the experience of feeling like the body you were given does not reflect your identity.
I will tell that story one day.
I’m thankful for my trans friends, family, and more.
Through March, April, May, June, and most of July of 2022 I’m in pretty heavy traumatization from realizing someone faked a persona, in person, over two years for the opportunity to harm me— because they revel in harming people that share my identity. During those months this person had also ‘stolen my narrative’ and used that to dismantle much of my personal life, leaving me vulnerable to an incoming physical attack.
Many friends that I held close for years begin to fail me by believing the privilege of someone they barely know over me— but what really harms me is they swap my narrative with a racial caricature of me. They project onto me the manifestation of a slur.
And through this I felt myself…fading. I felt my soul actually dying.
It’s hard to explain but it’s like I could feel myself bleeding out from a wound that just wasn’t visible. And this wasn’t akin to an ugly action like someone shouting a slur at you. Instead it was like…
they crept close enough over two stolen years to stab the slur directly into your heart— so that it hit vital organs, and the slur gets into your blood. And then they twisted it, to ensure it gets stuck in, and also that you can only perish from any attempt to take it out.
That is what they did to me, and that is what it felt like.
And this is how I knew I needed to get my narrative back or else I’d suffer something like a death I wouldn’t come back from.
I had an extremely hard time explaining this to people though. And with the fake narrative of mental instability placed upon me by my attacker…I was afraid to even speak in a way that might draw question or attention.
I follow trans activist Erin Reed, and one day in July I read a Tweet of her’s—
“Yes…exactly, that it! That’s how I feel about people attacking my identity in the ways it upholds my Blackness.
My Blackness is a part of the whole. The whole is my identity in full. Society weights my Blackness heavily in ways I need to be extra-conscious of. And so, turning away from my stolen narrative isn’t an option.
Having a part as central as my Blackness and my narrative through Blackness swapped with an ugly stereotype leaves me with a gaping hole. A mortal wound. It feels like a dying. It is a dying…”
When I read Erin’s words—
I lit up.
Erin’s words validated a gaping wound that was unseeable to everyone else. That tweet validated something I knew was true, knew was killing me, but led me to feel silly and invalid in explaining to others. A short time later I would dust off my old test account on instagram and put together one of the first nullstep posts, The Circle.
And soon after that I felt myself begin to shift out of the acute zone of the trauma— which I had been ping ponging in for months.
I’ll always remember it…early one morning in either late July or early August…
“I…feel normal again 🥹”
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There’s a reason why the same people who push against rights for one group push against rights for other groups. It comes down to identity— and the establishment of a society that recognizes all the ways in which human identities can bloom, manifest, or be found.
Otherwise, many normal and loving people are swept away by a cruel & bumbling society— in it’s ignorant confusion on why these people even exist and can only assume they must be disordered. But the true disorder is the harm of perfectly fine people just trying to recognize their own beauty.
Time, recognition, and a way to speak—
that’s what I needed. I found that recognition in Erin’s Tweet. And for the record, Erin was the second trans person to save my life through this nullstep journey.
When the words from that Tweet truly bloomed in my mind, I actually laughed and started making a bunch of the first nullstep posts.
