Consider phobia as a fault a statement put out as “I’d never” by the ones who turns their heads with blanket statements uttered forth putting judgment on those who fail to be in tidy boxes built by life whether speakers are the majority or in the minority on life’s fringe.
A natural order is assumed based on a bubble’s small contents floating in the larger world binding those found within the swaying group may be small or large enough to swamp the rest it matters not when hate is found at end of thoughts that classify.
The vagueness is disconcerting a step away from normals felt be they on one end or the other of the ranged Kinsey scale bias breeds from experience society stamping upon the mind asking thoughts to intersect with hive mind of company.
The “I’d never” statements cut too deep harm the target of phobic ends with a net that’s spread to wide pointed weapons press outward with dispassion that violates the golden rule most embraced protective thoughts of the group drive the phobia as a fault.
“Phobia as a Fault” speaks directly to a discussion storm I’m aware of on social media, but I’ll stick with the broad outlines of a painful situation. The poem is about the phobic thoughts inherited from the “hive mind”. A phobic thought is one that is framed with “I’d never do X with Y” or “X is bad because they always do Y”. Rejection is predeclared because of another person’s perceived state. Any size group can promote phobic thoughts. Groups at the receiving end of phobic thoughts can generate their own phobic thoughts. Sadly, at their heart, the phobic directions may mean well with an intention of ‘protecting’ a group. In practice they feed and imbue hurts that are beyond evil.