The Face of It

The Convention
---- Big Frank Dickinson

I am at a convention of me's. They have all come to see themselves in others. The membership card is their face. Nobody is allowed to say: "You look like me." Pronouns are a problem: "You look like you" leaves me out; "they look like them" has neither you nor me; and so it goes. Aside from the face, the rest is erased. There are splinter groups scorning, reformers, who claim that the face is not you. This prompts other features to be deleted: nose, eyes, age, race and gender. It is hard to find myself among the attendees. The keynote speaker (he looks like me) tonight will speak on "Identity: The Face of It". There are protesters assembling already. I recognize myself among them.