Tragic's Wake

I’ve been down sick with a really horrible flu, it hit hard ’round these parts, my daughter and her son were down from it as well and no, I didn’t give it to them. It’s just plain everywhere up here.. Anyhow, I’m still mentally incapacitated for the most part so I’m leaving you with a post entirely made up of random bits from the past week or so..

Because some asshole sniped me on facebook twice in one day and then expected me to just overlook his assholery. Not so, sir. I am the fucking queen of passive aggressive bitchery. Your move, dick.

A lesson in passive aggressive behaviour: be obvious but be clever. Blatant ignorance is less obnoxious if you’re witty about it. One more down… Incidentally: if you’re thinking up P/A comebacks at me–just fucking block instead because you don’t deserve me if you can’t handle me.

And because I’m sick to death of the absolute need for something to have a label or a compartment before society can decide if it’s worth existing or not…

What is the whole “Gay or Straight?” trend? does it even matter? Should it? I do not identify as either. I do what I need to do, I live the way that I need to live. I talk about the things that matter to me, about my experiences, about the people I love. Is there any legitimate reason why a gender/gender identity or an orientation should make any sort of difference to anyone besides me and my chosen? No. It’s mine and I will live it, talk about it, do it–when I see fit. It’s MY life. If someone else doesn’t accept it–that is THEIR problem. [...] I’m also a bit more than annoyed with those chicks (and dudes) who grind on their hetero partner’s laps in public but freak out if they see two women (or men, or whatever) even holding hands. It’s a two way street. They can’t tell others how to comport themselves if they’re going to hold them to a different standard simply because they find it distasteful. Gay, straight, fat, skinny, ugly as f*k–we’re all people and we should all have access to the same rights and freedoms, period.

And for no real reason, I just wanted to mention that I’m playing Forsaken World on Storm Legion. I’ve got a Kindred Vamp and though she’s still relatively low level, hit me up if you’re there or planning to be, we’ll make a party and go slay some shit.

Blah, evs. I’m off again. The sick is past and I am coming back up, but slowly. I’m still exhausted and pasty white. I still have no tolerance for assholery, and I still couldn’t give a flying rat’s cock about someone elses’ bullshit drama. I’m going to drink some coffee (finally, goddess bless that rich brown celestial elixir of life) and try to think of shit to post tomorrow because I’m getting a new phone next week and it’s so blindingly awesome that it’ll probably cause global rapture as soon as it falls into my divinely evil little bitchy hands

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