RainbowWhalien52

One cannot help but mourn the present state of "romantic" fiction. Gone are the days when love did kindle slow and true between men. In their stead, we are presented with the "mating" of facsimiles, neither fully man nor beast, which, drunk with inebriating pheromones, enslave their wills to the most absurd of heterosexist hierarchies and roles. More heinous still, the ceaseless delirium of heat and rut subdues the higher faculties of omegas until they are degraded into mere vessels of propagation, suffering female gestations and swelling with child as though nature itself had taken leave of reason. This travesty retains not a shred of the human condition, to such a degree that a dispassionate observer would conclude it the issue of a species foreign and unknown to our own

Tales of omegaverse concern not the affection of men. They are a mockery thereof, and "Knot" commits the selfsame sacrilege. It exudes a noxiousness that offends both sense and sensibility

I beseech you, readers of discerning mind, to suffer me in naming omegaverse for what it is; nature debased, and love undone. Never was there a fictional "straight-with-extra-steps/pseudo-BL" trope more vile than omegaverse, so at odds with all that is good, that its unwarranted popularity or dominion over minds darkens my view of humanity. How far we have fallen, to delight in the raw, oppressive throes of non-human instinct, or the egotistical drafting of another into existence. I hold it true that the universe erred in drawing forth life, and doubly so in drawing forth our species

However sincere my loathing for omegaverse, I am yet obliged to subject to rigorous scrutiny the pernicious and insidious ideological artifices elevating "straight-with-extra-steps" narratives (e.g., omegaverse, futanari, gender bender) above narratives which, with artistry, devote themselves to the celebration of same-sex unions. And I would venture to propose a theory of my own. Society, diseased as it is with homophobia, cannot bring itself to confront the reality of non-straight/non-procreative desire. It diverts its gaze toward a form of gendered "otherness" (e.g., men assuming the guise of women, and women that of men) to flatter the prejudices of those who would banish the subject of non-straight/non-procreative desire from polite conversation. In final measure, it colonizes BL/GL, planting therein the foreign seed of "straightness-with-extra-steps" and bringing the flesh into the servitude of gestation

The erosion of authenticity is laid bare before us. And the path ahead, I fear, is one of gloom