As someone who identifies as a mostly gaseous dwarf star l cannot express how deeply this book can influenced my life. I remember as a child my non-gender-specific parental figure reading me this blessed text as I lay in bed before I would pray to Lenin every night that the Jews under my bed wouldnt find my gold. I remember the tears I shed running home after being bullied for playing with my toy hammer and sickle and my secondary parental figure smiling so sweetly, wiping my tears, reassuring me that one day all the bad people would be sent to the gulags to manufacture Jefree Star vinyls for all eternity. As I turn 12, having sired my beloved genderless offspring, Xūn, like many others I now turn to 1984 by gorge orwell as my model for parenting, but AS SURE AS STALIN LIVES i will NEVER EVER FORGGET the sweet, odiferous caresses of Marx's writings on my upbringing