Pretty Boys Don't Cry.

#A Rant AND Explanation of Omegaverse from Arnie (filtered)

(A grim view on) A.B.O

Alpha.

Beta.

Omega.

They're the three subgenders in our society.

An Alpha dominates and manages and leads those lower and weaker than him, serving as the leader of the team. He is often too grimly pragmatic and that is expected of him. All times a businessman at most, probably politician, then again a company owner maybe, other times, (those not as successful) mafias and loan sharks, but that's just a few examples. (Or maybe I am being too close-minded with professions, but...this is, what I have seen, what I have heard, what I have been told to be {successful ones of course} what I have been pressured into. And it's so shitty)

Betas are the middle-class people, the working class, the doctors, the scientists, few bright, more dullness flooding in that joins the gloomy bus or metro, or twiddling crowd walking to work, repeating the same schedule over and over again.

Omegas are the lowest, only the race that bears children, marries a beta or an alpha and gives birth and acts as a mate. Them being anything is simply horrifying to the patriarchy! They cook and clean and stay home and eventually mate with an alpha or beta and marry, that's it, is what the close-minded want, but omegas can also be more. And the close-minded want to decline their rights.

This is A.B.O

They're apparently the three so-called 'sub-genders' by which you're supposed to act, how you're supposed to date, to pick, to marry, to mate, to feel,

to pick positions,

All in a relationship. Be it professional, personal. Doesn't matter, as long as you act accordingly.

Well today, in this story, we say F--- the norm. Let's be comfortable in our own way! Norm has absolutely nothing to do in a relationship! Or else I had this dictated first for nothing! And the story was mouth-achingly long.

My ghost writer is the reason, why this story will be read today. And I thank her a lot...a lot, a lot. After the dictation it was a messy write down but after the editing, we made it.

Some things were argued not to be cut, some side-relations were said to be toned down, but after shits going down, we managed to say a audible 'F--- you' to copyright.

And lord, do I, and everyone else who made this possible, feel great.

Anyways,

Without a further a due, I present to you, the reader,

'Pretty Boys Don't Cry.' By Ish (The ghost writer) (Because she wrote this down, she deserves credit.)

A story of surprising love and affliction,

May you enjoy.

------Arnie