starbreaker.org is for myself, first and foremost: the boy I had been, who had needed
something like this and never found it. So I built it myself.
starbreaker.org is for my wife of over 25 years, Madam
Catastrophy. I probably could have done all of this on my own, but it would have been harder, and rather
less fun.
starbreaker.org is for every kid like me who had wanted nothing more than to roast
bratwurst over the smoldering ruins of the village had that failed to embrace them, yet never yielded to the
impulse to start the fire themselves because they understood that the fire would burn the innocent and the
guilty alike. Unlike the demon Yahweh, we chose to spare the Sodoms and Gomorrahs in which we had been
raised.
starbreaker.org is for the others: the divergent, the defiant, the queer, the
non-binary, the non-conforming — those unwanted and unwelcome in society.
starbreaker.org is for the trans folks, dead or alive. I am not one of you, but I see
you. I hear you. I rage beside you, and I say trans rights.
I say this, too: Trans women are real women. Trans men are real men. They are, if anything, more
real than cisgender people because they chose their gender instead of accepting the one assigned to
them, and they had to bloody well work for it.
I see them all, and I say that they have every right to exist.
starbreaker.org is for the sons and daughters of Adam and Lilith. It is for
the lovers. It is for the defiant. It is for the veterans of a thousand psychic wars. It is for those who would
dare storm Heaven and force God to answer for His sins at swordpoint. It is for you: if you dare to
turn your back on Omelas, banish Christ from your heart, and wear your independence like a crown — then
you are welcome in my Union of Egoists.