My writing can be accurately characterized as strident, militant, biased, mean, vulgar, illogical, and, usually, terrible.
While it is my goal now to be kind as I make my way through the world during the rest of my tomorrows, some people who read my words (all 2 of you) might accuse me of being unkind. At first glance, for example, praying that the god of social conservatives & trump voters & evil assholes get raptured and no longer exist on earth might not meet the seem kind.
To that I simply say: it is kind to be honest. It is not kind to pretend. It is polite. And being polite and being kind are cousins, not twins.
When I write something strident, it is ABSOLUTELY what I believed at the moment. And to be frank, since I’ve been blogging from January, I still 100% stand (or sit, rather, I’m pretty lazy) behind EVERY WORD I’ve written.
Except the typos. They are my nemeses.
Could I change my mind about something I’ve written at some point in the future? Sure. Is it likely? Fuck if I know. I’m not a psychic.
Point is: I write what I want to write and I do not care who it offends or hurts or affects. If you don’t like what I write, don’t fucking read it. You don’t see me reading the excrement produced by social conservative blogs or publications.
I use my writing and I engage with social media for one single purpose: my entertainment. I do like to learn things but for me, edification is a subset of entertainment.
I spent more than 36 years holding it all in to please other people. I tap danced for Assholes till my feet bled. It never made me happy. It ate away at me until I collapsed.
I am very fortunate to have people in my life who like me despite all my glaring faults. But more important than anything, I extremely lucky to still have a slight grasp on my ugly, broken, bloody, reborn, fighting, defiant, mean, kind, profane soul.
And I’m going to let it sing.