Z-Power / Genesis Supernova
By kevin martens wong zhi qiang
originally published on Thursday, 24 april 2025
on tigri sa chang
Koitadu | Content warning
Please first read about my writing in the Skribadorang or Writing section on the Igleza page here before reading the piece below so you have advance warning about the rather spicy things that I often like to write about, and why I choose to write about them, especially in terms of subverting unhealthy stereotypes about gay people, Kristang people, Creole people, Indigenous people, masculinity, neurodivergence, the body, healthy forms of attraction and sexuality, and using my writing to process the severe individual, collective and inter-generational trauma and abuse I have faced across my life.
There's no real secret
to Ultra Space:
it's just about being yourself
and knowing that that itself
never ceases
to inspire
and amaze
that younger you,
that the pedophiles desired.
That closeted child sex abusers
in powerful institutions
are still so attracted to
because what about
those bonnie brown eyes?
What about that
Kevin Martens Wong Zhi Qiang
mud, and earth,
that never ceases
to surprise
with the rich fertility
of its independence?
With the gay homosexual fecundity
of a life that wants
only to be enjoyed on its own terms
and simply accidentally obliterates
all forms of ugly and dehumanising
insistence
that I must now always contest
Marine Parade-Braddell Heights GRC
in my waking nightmares.
That I must anchor my own
sense of self
on lying.
On ending all neurodivergent resistance.
On never again being so autistic
as to actually care
about whether I am real.
As to actually not pretend I am
capable of flying
or floating in the air
and enacting every kind of
Second Messiah
miracle
when I am no second anything.
I am only Kevin Martens Wong Zhi Qiang.
Mewbaby of your heart
and the first Mewtwo
finally free of every last line
of all your fucked up
neuro-unrealistic
profoundly anti-democratic
engineering.