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Had my first bad Taxpayers show. I didn’t think that was possible. The 2 shows themselves were actually grand and fun, but I got popped twice in the back of the head in the moshpit and then got in a fight with my significant other over it because I retaliated against the folks who hit me. My head still aches, I feel like I have a fever, and I’m having trouble seeing out of my right eye. Setting aside my whining, I also started school this week. I am so incredibly stoked on this. Even if I go nowhere in school, it’s the highlight of my week — for real. I’m so happy to have time specifically allotted to reading and writing again. And watching Star Trek for credit in my Intro To Sci-Fi Literature class. ^_^ This summer hasn’t quite turned out the way I want it to, but I’m surviving. Make way for the violent chubby brown babe on the bicycle, dorks.
… and all the time I feel this confusion. My lover yells at me one night, yells that my problem is that I don’t know what I am — and I almost fall for it. I almost take the bait for that white lie. But he breaks the snare of his own words when he says he doesn’t see people of color, he just sees people. Colorblind. Well, we all know what that really means. And he says that when he first met me, he thought I was white. He says that all his friends have thought I was white. And well — if they thought this and he thought this, then it must be true. Why should anything I believed of myself be valid in the face of such a solid white majority?