Please bear this in mind when you are conversing with me:
1) I do not "like" men. In truth I can barely tolerate them. I spent fifty years and a lot of money trying to escape having to see a penis every day. The last thing I want is to bring another one into the picture. So guys (cis-men, trans-men, pseudo-men, demi-pseudo-trans men, and everything in between,) fucking give up. I'm not going to date you no matter how attractive you think I am.
2) I am not your damned therapist. My life is not "all together." When you come to me out of the blue and detail just how badly your life sucks, all you are going to do is push me into the corner weeping piteously as I remember just how badly MY life sucks. So much loss. So much loss.
3) Do not give me helpful advice on what I COULD do to be a better producer/capitalist. My brain is hard-wired to screen out any talk about money matters. *I* can't do anything and your comments on "why can't you see this? It's so easy." feel like you're whipping me. Don't fucking whip me. I will cut you.
4) No, I probably do not know your friend who also a) is gay b) is trans c) lives in Arizona.
5) Yes, I am a liberal, a Socialist, anti-gun, and (as far as Christians can see) an atheist. Fucking stop trying to convince me to be otherwise. And if you feed me a line of conservative, plutocratic, pro-gun, and Christian shit, expect that I will call you on it as surely as I make the Jehovah's Witnesses sorry they ever walked up to my door and tried to convert me. Let's make a deal. You don't try to convince me to believe any of your crap, and I will do likewise.
6) I am not an elitist just because you can't understand half the words I say. I'm not going to debase my lexicon. Fucking find out what those words mean yourselves. You don't even have to crack open a book. Just fucking google it.
7) I am not going to fucking clean up my language. As Mark Twain said, "There is some comfort to swearing ...a comfort denied even to prayer."
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