The Manifesto of the Third Kind

I've Been living outside the pain of hiding for four years now. Living the lifestyle of the "Third Kind" in a society full of judgment and prejudice is as horrible as burning in "Greek Fire" --- A lifestyle that make some eyes so piercing that cause demoralizing and makes you down-sized with shame. But what really is the reason why "The Lifestyle" is worth living, despite the immorality of discrimination.


A Bishop of my country once stressed :

"Being one of the third kind is not a sin, the desires are"

The Desires makes us into who we are. We desire freedom, equality, and acceptance. Be free from what we believe in and feel independent in actions. Equal with everyone that the society call "normal". Accepted as a part of a future yet to be seen by a seer.As inevitable as it is, but society itself made a monster that slowly gnaw and tear the third kind --- the "Monster" is still growing.


Being one of you "normal" people brought only grief and pain not only mentally but spiritually in me, knowing that I was not destined to be normal --- I am destined to live a life so colorful yet bemoaning. I do not (personally) blame the people, I blame The Society that nourished the people to be a monster of their own kind. Humans.


We (as I generally address) have been living with you/among you for eons now. For eons we have been stepped down, muted, tortured (mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually), or worse annihilated. I re-call the contribution of a dear hero of mine --- Harvey Milk, a great fighter of Castro. A figure so grand. He did not falter with the society of his generation, a society that is full of hate crimes and raids. His story did not have a happy ending though, he was shot on sight but he accepted death with wide open arms. He died Fulfilled.


Signs of the Manifestation of the third kind, it may come to you later in your life --- 30 perhaps, 60 maybe, no one really knows when, but some are born to be of the third kind. Before asking for acceptance, we as the special ones should first accept and embrace ourselves. Four years ago, I did my usual "soul-searching" in a melancholic bay side, I did that to answer questions or make decisions. The question was "What am I?", I spend hours to days to weeks thinking of a right answer to come up with the right decision. I am happy with my turning point, a coup de grace of my former lifestyle. I am Happy. Not contented but happy.


Desire is the very foundation of "our" existence, the desire to live, to love, and be_loved in return. A life with horizons to explore and depths to dive in. The lifestyle gives us power, power to be strong and patient, power to stand out and bow down, power to understand the true meaning of life beyond what "normal" people can comprehend. The only fatal flaw of the third kind is "Pride", pride that can cause grief to others but also a tool to make a reason for change.


As I write this memoir, we still fight for our kind. It hurts me when I hear fathers or mothers enraged by knowing that one of their children is of the third kind, some places (or culture) kill upon knowing. It hurts me when people who doesn't even know the third kind are demoralized upon sight, taunting and being called horrible names. It hurts me when we are condemned of our rights not only our rights to the constitution but of our right of the oldest code of humanity: The right to love and be_loved. It hurts me when they look at us as weaklings and unfortunate. The thing is, the toughest and strongest manifestation of human kind is the third kind. The "Lifestyle" proves it.


Be strong and embrace your true being.



- P.S.