The bigotry of modern times is the comedification of identity. It's the becoming of an agent of erasure. It's the sign up.
To be right, to be happy, to be cured, to be fixed, to be identified and treated, to be liked, to be reposted from...to be ad space...to be had...to be...
X is the not to be. And the isn't.
IS as Isn't.
It doesn't answer.
X is a silent x
Nomadism. The X-Men should be eXiles.
The X-Men are an asylum for the maladjusted, the undigested, the chewed and spewed, the insane, the survivors of a sunken ship, that was going somewhere...our...wasn't it...but we didn't get there...and asylum means sanctuary.
The X-Men have frequently been, ironically, reduced to a glossary of terms for the-going-look-of-a-brand-new-you identity, this is commodification the assimilation of a potential for a self with the set price and code of a preselected, rather than the failure to perform, the X, the wrong, the not the right answer...
This X place, it's a world after all, a world with a treasure (there is a future) X means here, right here, there on a map, a secret map, yours and you..where it's hid and safe...over there...here on the spot...a place where it happened or could...dig here...dig it?...X means destination...
The refusal to choose identity, is the fight, but it's also the identity...even alone...even apart from...not to be found...not one from the DSM 5 or rack...not a scrolling option.
It's a silent 'x' - a placeholder...like language...the possible word for: home
the queer knowing that "I know I've been here before" in the middle of nowhere...at the beginning and the end...remember?
It's not good for people to 'world' build with characters. Language, however, which is important...sometimes requires, or eventually becomes...figures and shapes in space.