It’s cool you like stuff. I know I like stuff. Liking stuff is rad.
That’s what to be a geek means, right? To really, really like a thing?
I dunno. That’s always been my read on it.
Whatever the definition, I just want you to know:
All kinds of people are geeks. And geeks geek out about all kinds of geekery.
Women can be geeks. Many are. How they look or how they dress is irrelevant to their identity of being a geek. Being a geek isn’t something that comes with a card. You don’t stick a hot copper wire in a petri dish of blood to determine if a person really is one, like in The Thing. Being a geek is pretty much saying you’re one.
You don’t have geek ratings, or scores. Geekery is not contained to a percentage.
Geekery is not contained to being dude or lady.
Folks of any color, creed or religion can be geeks.
Your sexual preference has no bearing on being a geek.
Geek tribes are not real. The borders that separate our peculiar interests are imaginary. We are not given over to literal territory. Our fences are purely metaphorical and, basically, total crap-pants. You can, for instance, be a geek about cosplaying comic book characters even if you are or are not equally a geek about the comic book characters you cosplay. You can be a geek about fan-fiction or steampunk or Star Wars or fast cars or baseball cards or any fucking thing you like. I know people who like baseball stats more than they like baseball games. Who gives a shit? Like what you like.
Because that’s what it’s all about. Being a geek means just really liking stuff. With an obsessive, sticky, delightful passion. Liking stuff is a positive thing. So, keep it positive. It’s awesome that people are willing to be passionate about stuff, whether that stuff is Klingon poetry or pretending to dress up like dragons so you can sex up other people who dress up like unicorns.
Passion is not synonymous with poison.
It’s important to remember that liking stuff is cool.
Which means we should like the very act of liking stuff.
Let positivity breed positivity. Like rabbits. Or horny elves.
And we should extricate hate and prejudice from our behaviors.
Go forth, be geeky with the love of the thing in your hearts.
Don’t let anybody put you down. And don’t put anybody down in return.
Now, is somebody going to sex me up, or what? I’ve been wearing this fucking unicorn costume for like, three hours and I’m starting to sweat through the fur.