It's odd, at least, to me, to think how discovering emo has helped, or at least coexisted, with my increased sense of self-identity. This is all despite the fact that I am not emo any more than this is not a pipe. (What's the name of the French guy who did that painting?)
I'm not emo. I'm not acting emo. I know what emo is, and I listen to the music. I'm starting to feel at home in myself. All of these things are independent but act together to create the perfect concert of one imperfect human being in a web of billions.
It's all green to me.