Setting boundaries

Well, I just said that the self is relational. Even in my solitude, I have to deal with both mental representations and unsubtle 'hints' from my enemies. I'm about to set some fair, reasonable boundaries: All suggestions of using my IP (The Codex Network isn't IP, as I'm giving it away) must go through the following process: email/message to indicate interest, a reply that suggests that I'm open to such interest, another email/message to determine a meeting date, and then attendance at that meeting date which results in a verbal agreement. It took three meetings for Dave Armstrong to suggest a workshop.

He took his time, and waited until I had some decent songs. The next step is to formalise that verbal agreement into a written agreement, understanding that I might change my mind at any point until the deal is signed. All suggestions of being a male-presenting person in public life must cease. Though you might find my transgender identity to be unusual, it's legally permissible in Aotearoa, and if you were Codex Agents, you'd accept my reality. I mean, what is trans but a boundary between 'man' and 'woman' that's always existed and is clearly a proto-human biocultural form that's been embedded in modern discourse? To me, the spectrum for folks like me isn't 'male-female' but 'trans-intersex.' That's a bit of a simplification, but fundamentally true. People think I'm both, even though there's no biological indication of an intersex condition, hence 'androgyne' to denote that I appear to be between sexes physically. All suggestions that I need a university to further my intellectual pursuits must end. This isn't the Cambridge of Newton's time, where he didn't have to teach and essentially bummed around before discovering gravity. I mean, that's what I did, but it wasn't free and the university actually tried to quash me. AMPP opposes the current tertiary model, among other things. I mean, this 'breakthrough', which required a dialogue with an LLM, isn't even publishable by an academic. I published it nonetheless, drawing from the rich dialogue of similar bullshit that Google, Meta and other Big Tech employees write. I expect to be paid for work that I do, even if the project isn't produced. At 31, that's fair. Dave tiptoed around it carefully, but I'd expect to be paid if the score is produced, while the rest was us having fun. Given that he met me and was honest, I swallowed my pride slightly and wrote it anyway. Gotta respect a guy that wanted to do a piece that neither NZ Opera or the local opera company were keen to produce. Red Scare despise my opera, as their PC brains can't tolerate the idea of writers that express perspectives other than their own.