So, while I’m struggling with the grossness that is depression, my fingers refuse to stay idle. Here’s a quick looky at what I’ve been up to!
Continue reading “Frivolous Friday: Stuff What I Made While Depressed Part Two”
So, while I’m struggling with the grossness that is depression, my fingers refuse to stay idle. Here’s a quick looky at what I’ve been up to!
Continue reading “Frivolous Friday: Stuff What I Made While Depressed Part Two”
Homophobic jackass Martin Blackwell has been sentenced to 40 years for pouring hot water on his girlfriend’s son and his boyfriend as they lay in bed.
All I have to say is: GOOD. Dude pretty much confessed as he was being arrested, and was facing 80 years. I’m a little shocked that this happened in Georgia, where they don’t even have hate-crime laws, but I’m saying GOOD all the same.
I hope for further healing for Anthony Gooden and Marquez Tolbert, who still require assistance due to severe burns.
BAD.
The bad guy was caught and justice was served.
GOOD.
Need a drink yet? I sure do! Let’s finish this shit up so I can have some Scotch. Why in all of the hells do I do this to myself?
Continue reading “A SNARKY Response To “Questions Blacks Have for SJWs” Part Two”
Maybe I should put that “SNARKY” in flashing lights so this time people will know that I’m being silly with most of these answers, because these folks are as asleep as asleep can be.
But as they say “All my skinfolk ain’t my kinfolk”.
Continue reading “A SNARKY Response To “Questions Blacks Have for SJWs” Part One”
Tomorrow is my disability hearing.
I’ve been rejected twice by mail, so this time I get to say my piece in front of a judge who has never met me before.
Can you hear my heart beating? Because you should, since it’s been pounding all damn day. A friend was sweet enough to take me out for lunch and a new top and still I’m scared. This has been part of my stress load that has gotten bigger and bigger and now it’s taken over my brain.
But I didn’t come here to whine about that. I came to whine about the crap you have to go through to “prove” your disability.
I’ve asked for advice as to what to wear and what and who I can bring with me. From what I can suss out, it boils down to this:
It’s a river of bullshit and I’ve got no paddle. Fuck, I’ve got no boat. Here’s the problem:
And so on. So, in order to ‘prove’ that I am not able to work, I have to perform this ideal of the perfect “disabled” person; Helpless, Despondent, Broke. And while I have these moments a lot, especially the Broke, it’s at different levels at different days. Some days I can stay awake all day and get shit done, and some days I’m in bed napping all day because I’m too tired/in paid/depressed/some combo of the three to get up. That doesn’t mean that I can do a 40 hour a week, or 20 hour a week or 10 hours a week. Shit, I haven’t escorted since last fall and that’s 1.5 hours once a damn week.
But I have to put on the costume of the perfect disabled person tomorrow and plead my case. I hate it. I hate that my future is being decided on how well I play this game. I’ve made it this far, after two tries through the mail without giving up. I have legal help which have been helping me and will be there with me. They want to catch the frauds so badly that the process is that fucking complicated and long. I’ve waited two years for this. I was told to expect to be rejected with the first application, because “they always reject the first one”. What a damn game they try to make us play.
So, here goes nothing. On with the show.
If TERFs, SWERFS, and other bigots would stop abusing FB’s abuse reporting every time they get their little feelings hurt.
That would be great. Better than great. Super great.
And you can hear my weird voice and talk about disability and repro justice and why Valentine’s Day is extra special for me!
Remember that post I ranted about days ago about lady coercing her husband into sex?
Gone. With an acknowledgement that they are listening to us.
Good on y’all. Good show.
Dear Roosh the Rapist Doosh,
Though Techno-Matriarchy would make a kick as band name.
No Love,
Me
Dear Abusive and Clueless Redditor,
No Love and High Five to this Cockbite’s Ex and a Kick in the Face to Him,
Me
This guy is still alive
I’m like what the fuuccck?
Continue reading “Dig Through The Ditches and Burn Through Your Privilege”