I’m a self-styled Satanist. I’m free from the clutches of both right-hand path faiths, and the eccentric idealisms of much smaller Satanic sects. I practice my faith in my own way, because that is exactly what Satanism embodies. The self. I am a Satanist because I have the courage to stand up and resist the pressures of the world. I am happily drug-free, I don’t consume products with caffeine or tobacco, and I don’t poison my body with alcohol. The neophyte would misconstrue this for denial of my true desires. My body is my temple. I must keep it healthy. The entire basis of Satanism is to worship the self. What better way than keeping my most precious inner sanctum free from the pollution of bourgeoisie bullshit? I don’t consume these things because I am elite, and I view myself as such. And I don’t view this as some Buddhist right-hand path cleansing of desire. I desire to be elite. In order to accomplish this, I make a conscious effort to be better. I desire to be a better person, and in doing this, my desires manifest into a greater force—my will, which brings this desire into being.

The most important day in the life of a practicing Devil worshipper, is our birthdays. And today, twenty-seven years ago in Okinawa, Japan I was brought into this tumultuous world as one of the few individuals capable of making a conscious choice to rise up against societal norms and tell our proverbial fathers to kindly “fuck off.” I model myself after the greats. Lucifer. Lilith. Set. All rebels. All rebels who had the courage to trust their gut and go against the what was expected of them.

Being a transexual is among one of the most courageous, most taboo things we as human beings can do. Being transexual means trusting your gut. Understanding your desires for what they are, and willing them into being despite what our parents might have said. Despite what our brothers, uncles, aunts, and cousins told us when we broke the news. Yes, the large majority of society remains displeased that we even exist, because they know we are the only hope for the human race. The future. We examine our lives, and that is a weapon in itself that they do not possess. And that fills them with fear.

I am a Satanic transexual poly bisexual beast, and it’s my fucking birthday today.  

Xeper. Xepera. Xeperu.

Our youth are weaklings. Suicide when the wind blows. The product of the weakest parental units constructed. Allow me to help you. Here’s some matches and gasoline. Now give them to your children. Now ask them to bathe in the gasoline and light a match. What is so difficult about saying no to your children? Do you people have some repressed social fear that you’ll be turning into your own parents? Or do you just not give a damn about the welfare of your children?

To Papa and Mama Bear, with Love

I have zero interest in procreating. I enjoy the privilege of having some sort of adult social life. Having a social life as an adult is something your shouldn’t be thinking about if you have children. Especially if you’re a bad parent. For every child who kills themselves, for whatever reason, be it bullying, or lack of self-esteem, you weren’t paying enough attention to how much your child was in pain while they are alive. Am I placing too much blame on the parents? You bet your ass I am. Being a good parent means protecting your child from the rest of the world, including themselves. Stop being so self-absorbed in your tiny irrelevant eccentricities for five minutes, take a few steps back and fucking evaluate your children’s spiritual existence with them. You are their guide to the cruel world, don’t be their friends.

Subconsciously all children have a strong desire to be taken under the wings of their parents, as parents. You’re allowed to be upset with your children when they fuck up. Don’t worship them. Don’t place them on a pinnacle. Teach them right from wrong. Tell them that they can be anything they want to be, but don’t coddle them. Don’t give them everything. Make them work. The reason you became a parent was to create someone who would grow up to be better than yourself. The only way to assure that will happen is if you maintain strength. Never brush off the little things. Be critical. Demand. Last but not least, this isn’t about you. You absolutely need to be the first person your children turn to when something goes wrong. If you act like their friend, I can assure you that you won’t be. Doing this whole life thing alone without critical adult guidance is a death sentence.   

A Message to Prospective Members of the Suicide Nation 

Our suicidal children suffer from the same disease their parents suffer from, self-absorption. Call me a heartless bitch, but suicidal children believe the world should revolve around them, and they are deep down the only important thing in the world to themselves. Selfish. Completely and utterly stupid, vapid, empty, pieces of shit, who could care less about the effect they have on the people that love them.

This is from me to you. The reason you feel like you should kill yourself is because you are weak enough to let the words and actions of animals effect you. In the end, you’re less than they are. Yes. If you kill yourself, you are worth less. Deal with your demons. You’re are not the only person in the world who has problems emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. Life isn’t a race to the end. It’s about the journey. Over the course of your life, you will create, and recreate yourself multiple times. Things always get worse. And then they get better. If you don’t allow this to happen, then it’s obvious that things are always going to be bad in your life. We fall. We get back up again. Stop being a weakling. Stop allowing others to use your insecurities against you. You’ll only smother yourself in woe. 

My Last Words

I’m the last person in the world who has any desire to talk someone out of doing something that they think they have to do. Seriously. If you really want to kill yourself then go right the fuck ahead. We have a population problem as it is and I need more air to breathe. Just make sure of one thing: all choices, no matter how personal they may seem, have a profound effect on everyone around you.

Citizens of the Planet Sodom, we are now at war with Christ. They wanted this. They wanted a fight. And even though I’m more of a pleaser than a fighter, I’m sure we can work something out. Live up to their expectations. Selective hearing. Our politicians? Absolutely correct in their assumptions. They have every right to be on the defensive, because once the last Christian dies of old age the glue that holds our once glorious country together will crumble.

Dissipation. Foundations are not eternal. Depravity—is Truth. We, the people of Sodom, who follow our own wills, far from the reach of God, shape our own destinies without the help of hidden divinities.

I have tact. It’s just that I don’t often use it.   

With regards to opinions, I have a lot of them. Most people should. I tend to meditate on my opinions, unlike most people however. Perhaps a little too much. That’s not to say that people who are incapable of analyzing their opinions lack the intelligence to do so, it’s that they simply don’t care. Me? My life is devoted to understanding myself. I’m the kind of person who takes a step back, looks at the entire picture and asks not only the most pertinent questions, but also the questions most would never think to ask. Show me a person who doesn’t take precious time to synthesize their life and I’ll show you what emptiness looks like.

Turn me into a hypocrite. Everyone is caught up with how special they are. Which is why I find most to be worthless bags of flesh. People are so into what they are. The only reason communities exist are because the individuals that comprise these communities have some commonality they can drown together in. The Internet is a hell of a drug. Group think is an epidemic there. The Internet is where individuals go to die. You are not allowed to have radical personal agendas or ideas there. The Internet is where the politically correct go to play. I say let the fucker burn.   

Want to solve the world’s problems? Understand right from wrong. Understand that we’re all in this together. Understand that we are, above all, people. And people need love and respect to blossom into productive members of society. Placing politically correct, leftist rules on society in an effort to reinforce compliance of basic human respect and love is bullshit. My opinion? You guys are no better than the fascist bastards you so solemnly speak out against. There is such a thing as a likable Neo-Nazi. You want everyone to co-exist with you? Co-exist with everyone else. Even those you disagree with.

The hands of our parents are tied. Tough love exists in North Korea. And we worship our children.

Obesity is a spiritual problem. A desecration of the most important temple you’ll ever step into. Understand that everything is sacred. Placate feelings of depression and despair through negative health choices and it becomes genetic. Our children lack discipline because we ourselves are deficient in it. Personal freedom isn’t freedom but an illusion of it. There’s no such thing as choice.

Earth has a population problem because we allow people who are socially, spiritually, and physically unfit to survive. The zombie epidemic is alive and well. People die before they die. So why let them live? I don’t know about you but when I see a zombie my first instinct is to bash it’s head in with something long and stiff, preferably with a point on the end of it. Be careful though, you don’t want to get too much blood on you, lest you turn into a zombie yourself. Don’t be a selfish asshole and harbor useless life to breathe our air. Not everyone is special, and you know what? Not everyone is an individual either. So stop lying to yourselves.