schizophrenic-psychopath:

lmprovident:

“Alexandria’s Genesis, a.k.a violet eyes (a genetic mutation).

When someone is born with Alexandria’s Genesis, their eyes are blue or gray at birth. After six months, the eyes begin to change from their original color to purple, and this process lasts six months. During puberty, the color deepens to dark purple, a deep purple, a royal purple, or a violet-blue color and remains that way. It does not affect the person’s eyesight.

Those who have this mutation will never grow any facial, body, pubic, or anal hair (not including hair on their head, on their ears, noses, eyebrows and eyelashes). Women also do not menstruate, but are fertile”

NO FUCKING SHAVING

NO FUCKING PERIODS

AND I GET PURPLE EYES

WHY THE FUCK WASN’T I BORN WITH THIS

FUCK WHY CAN I HAVE THIS

Can I genetically alter my child, PLEASE?

THIS DOESN’T EXIST

Thursday evening, something I created under a male pseudonym when I was 19 turned up on my Tumblr dashboard. Something that I made up as a silly back story for my two Daria-based Mary Sues (fan fiction characters who are “perfect” in every manner possible… and then some). Something that, in turn, was a projection of my personal gender identity and body image issues that I was starting to confront in my 20s. This something, in the 15 years since I first wrote it, had taken a life of its own.

This something was Alexandria’s Genesis, a fictional posthuman/alien genetic mutation I created in order to make my Mary Sues (one male, one female) more… special. Alas, AG had also evolved into “children of the violet ray” fodder, all to the point that some individuals legitimately believed that not only was it real, but that they actually had the condition. An individual by the name of Cognized took their time to explain why it wasn’t, an explanation that was re-blogged by SexGenderBody, which I then read. My reaction to AG’s evolution from weak plot device to New Age idiocy was of shock, being appalled, and the kind of bemused outrage that could only come from a travesty like this.

I then wrote a response, outing myself as the (wo)man behind the curtain… but I don’t think it’s enough.

The short version: Alexandria’s Genesis is not, was not, and will never be a real thing; it was a silly little back story for someone’s entertaining first draft.

The long version? Come inside to see how this sausage was made…

(via jurieduty)