You Can’t Tell Me What I See

Live how you want. Dress how you want. Identify as whoever you want. Seriously — I don’t care what you have between your legs, what your name is, or who you sleep with. Your life, your business.

But you’re not going to tell me how I should see it.

You won’t convince me that a bearded guy in a wig and heels is “just another woman.” Because he’s not. You may feel that way. You may present yourself that way. But you have no right to demand that I stop trusting my own eyes, reason, and experience — just to spare your feelings.

See, that’s the thing here: it’s not about freedom, it’s about control.
It’s no longer about everyone being themselves. It’s about everyone else being forced to play along. You’re not just supposed to accept — you’re supposed to say what they tell you to say. Even if you know it’s nonsense. Even if it disgusts you. Even if it contradicts facts. You’re supposed to smile and clap. Because if not — you’re a phobe, a Nazi, a threat.

But that’s not equality.
That’s not freedom.
That’s a new linguistic totalitarianism.

If you say something is white, and they demand you call it black — because someone identifies that way — that’s no longer dialogue. That’s ideological rape of logic.

Let’s be clear:
I’m not obligated to live in your reality. You can believe you’re a cat, a dinosaur, or a little girl in an adult’s body. Fine.
But you can’t force me to take part in it.

Don’t change my pronouns. Don’t tell me to say “person with a uterus” instead of “woman.” Don’t tell me I have to understand, support, confirm.
No.
I don’t have to.

I respect your right to live your life your way.
But you must respect my right to see the world as it is.

And above all — don’t tell me how to address you. Don’t ask me how I identify, because that’s none of your business. Don’t expect me to play your identity game and change my language just because it suits you. If today you’re a man, tomorrow a woman, and the day after a non-binary unicorn — that’s your issue. But don’t force me to participate in it.

Piers Morgan once joked that in that case, he could also identify as a black lesbian. And you know what? That wasn’t an attack. That was just the logical conclusion of the absurdity. Because if anyone can be anything they want, regardless of reality — then why not him? Why not anyone?

If you need me to feed you lies so that you can function — it means your identity is damn fragile.

And let’s not forget — this whole new ideological order is mostly a product of the West. That’s where narratives are forced into everything, even pop culture. Example? Ariel — the mermaid, known for decades as a white girl with red hair — suddenly in Disney’s new version became black. And before you shout “racial sensitivity,” listen to the kids. There’s a video online of a black girl watching the new Ariel and saying, confused: “That’s not Ariel.” Because even she knows something’s being changed by force.

And it doesn’t stop there. In cinema, TV series, advertisements — ideology is being shoved in everywhere. Facts are changed, history is rewritten, even fictional characters are altered just to fit the new narrative. Soon we’ll see a version where Hitler was a black non-binary woman. Anything to prove that the “new world” matters more than consistency or reality.

Because now it’s not about having a choice.
It’s about submitting.