PSA

Soooo... I'm filtering comments now. Why? Because I hate anon posting. You don't have to give your address, but just a little something to let me know who the fuck you are.

I found a comment up last night that I took down for just that reason. It was a question, one that my TMI ass would have happily answered if it had been signed. But it wasn't. So instead, it just creeped me out. Maybe it was a spammer. Maybe it was a pervy ass stalker.

If it was a pervy ass stalker, all I ask is that you make up some handle to sign your shit and I'll let your comments stand. I mean cause, what fun is masturbating to the thought of your greasy fingered questions if I don't have a name to scream out?

I cannot fucking fathom it

You know, some people are just jackasses. Some people just have shitastical judgment. I know I stick my foot in my mouth plenty. So, I'm just going to clear a few things up. Just for anyone wondering. Just in case you were curious. Just so you don't have to ask, though you probably fucking should have before opening you giant fucking mouth. But here goes...

Now I am a a certain kind of asshole. I will rip people to shreds for being stupid. I will delight in the misery of miserable people. I generally feel that people who aren't at least trying to be honest with themselves, aren't worth the oxygen they breathe. I am willing to put the desires of my beau ahead of the comfort of others. And I don't apologize for being me.

Now, here's the kind of asshole that I am not. I don't care what your race is. I don't care whatever the fuck goes on between consenting adults. I don't give a fuck who you worship. And I really don't think that your height or weight has fuck all to do with your value as a human being.

So there, just in case you were wondering what sort of asshole I am.

Sometimes it's not so easy

Prejudice works in odd ways.

Preconceived notions. They happen. It’s a part of how our brains work. With the mass of stimuli out there, our brain likes to put things in little boxes. Neat little labeled boxes that make the world easier to sort out. Now yes, I grant you… there’s quite a difference between your brain deciding that all fire is hot and that all Mexicans are dirty clown car packers… but stick with me… I’m going somewhere.

I grew up in a world where I was a numerical minority. And culturally, the line between black and white wasn’t nearly so important as the line between native to the land and outsider. I will admit, I’ve had preconceived notions about things here and there, and have done my best to be aware of these thoughts. To try to compensate for my prejudices. It’s the little things, like taking a deep breath and thinking to myself, “Now just because he is pissing you off, it’s not because he’s a yankee. It’s because he’s an asshole.”

Well, recently I was forced to realize that there was one connection I’d placed in my head that wasn’t necessarily true. A preconceived notion that my brain automatically applied to situations, as if gospel. And again, I’ll lay this at the feet of growing up in the south. Prejudice or not, it was something that I saw proven right again and again. So, I just took it to be universally true. Who knew I had some naiveté left?

You see, silly me, I thought only ignorant people were racist. Ignorant, ugly people. That’s what I grew up with. You could spot them a mile away. And if maybe their confederate flag jacket was in the wash that day, you could certainly tell they were hate filled fucks after talking with them for about 30 seconds. I just equated that sort of ignorance with stupidity and moved on with my life.

I certainly never thought that I would one day be friends with someone like that.

I never thought that after years of sharing hobbies, dinners, birthdays and late night video games with someone… I would THEN find out that anything other than the tall white man was inferior in their eyes. Yes, there were some signs leading up to this. But I just wrote it off as New England White Bread behavior. I mean, some of these boys think you make sweet tea from a MIX IN A CAN! How can you expect them to know how to act right?

Meh, this just has me in a shitty mood. I hate it when people insist on sucking.