So, as I sometimes allude to, I've spent basically my entire adult life in this insular intellectual subculture that was founded in the late 'aughts to promulgate an ideal of _systematically correct reasoning_—general methods of thought that result in true beliefs and successful plans—and, incidentally, to use these methods of systematically correct reasoning to prevent superintelligent machines from [destroying all value in the universe](https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/GNnHHmm8EzePmKzPk/value-is-fragile). Lately I've been calling it my "robot cult" (a phrase [due to Dale Carrico](https://amormundi.blogspot.com/2011/08/ten-reasons-to-take-seriously.html))—the pejorative is partially ironically affectionate, and partially an expression of bitter contempt acquired from that time almost everyone I used to trust insisted on selectively playing dumb about our own philosophy of language in a way that [was optimized for](TODO: linky "Algorithmic Intent") tricking me into cutting my dick off (independently of the empirical facts that determine whether or not cutting my dick off is actually a good idea).
But that's a _long story_—for another time, perhaps. For now, I want to explain how my robot cult's foundational texts had an enormous influence on my self-concept in relation to sex and gender.
So, as I sometimes allude to, I've spent basically my entire adult life in this insular intellectual subculture that was founded in the late 'aughts to promulgate an ideal of _systematically correct reasoning_—general methods of thought that result in true beliefs and successful plans—and, incidentally, to use these methods of systematically correct reasoning to prevent superintelligent machines from [destroying all value in the universe](https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/GNnHHmm8EzePmKzPk/value-is-fragile). Lately I've been calling it my "robot cult" (a phrase [due to Dale Carrico](https://amormundi.blogspot.com/2011/08/ten-reasons-to-take-seriously.html))—the pejorative is partially ironically affectionate, and partially an expression of bitter contempt acquired from that time almost everyone I used to trust insisted on selectively playing dumb about our own philosophy of language in a way that [was optimized for](TODO: linky "Algorithmic Intent") tricking me into cutting my dick off (independently of the empirical facts that determine whether or not cutting my dick off is actually a good idea).
But that's a _long story_—for another time, perhaps. For now, I want to explain how my robot cult's foundational texts had an enormous influence on my self-concept in relation to sex and gender.