We find hair to be beautiful. We find skin to be pretty. Yet when we learn that hair is a protein extruded from a follicle and skin to be made of dead cells, people call it gross. It is odd, hair does not change when we learn this fact, skin does not suddenly become gray.
Therefor, something else has to change: our sense of aesthetic. We need to accept that there is beauty in waste and death. We need to break the old tables of aesthetic to create something new, something weirder. The gross will become beautiful.
im like if a boy was a doll or a bug or a girl or some other thing