For most of my childhood, there were a few insults that were as common as they were unforgivable: You didn’t utter them unless you were prepared to fight. They were, in order of severity from highest to lowest:
Any implication you were gay. Any insult against your mother (“yo’ momma”). That your clothes came from Goodwill.
That’s right: One of the worst things you could say to a kid was that their parents bought second-hand clothes. The severity was probable swapped for girls – I never heard one girl call another “dyke” until high [...]
Trigger Warning: This post sums up some of my thinking in the aftermath of the Sandy Hook Elementary murder-suicide. As such, it discusses the murder of women and children. In order to explain how stricter gun regulation can lessen tragedies like this, I go into detail about the number and kind of wounds inflicted while comparing the weapons the shooter used to weapons intended only for hunting, because it is a necessary discussion. Please understand it was as disturbing for me to [...]
Forgive me another “response to a Facebook hoax” post, but the recent “protect your profile by posting a copyright notice” nonsense gave me a reminder of just how poorly most Americans understand their own copyright laws.
It’s often assumed that, because I’m an artist that creates intellectual property, I support strict copyright enforcement. I certainly wouldn’t like it if someone claimed my work as their own and profited from it, and it would be great to have accessible legal recourse in a situation like that. I do not. Most artists — be they writers, musicians, performers, or visual artists — do not.
TRIGGER WARNING: This post and the video linked below discuss suicide, self-harm, sexual harassment and exploitation of a minor, and slut-shaming. There is also a photo of self-harm at the end of the video.
“Words fall in ruins — but no sound” – Swimming Horses, Siouxsie and the Banshees
“I have nobody. I need someone. My name is Amanda Todd….”
In September, the following video was posted to Youtube. It is hard, but please watch it if you can possibly bear to.
As I write this, three days have passed since 1,306,409 North Carolinians voted for a state constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage (some more; it was already illegal here) and eliminating state recognition of any other form of domestic partnership between any couple.
I and 833,119 other voters opposed it. 4,157,238 other registered voters were silent.
And that’s how roughly 1,300,000 people told the other 8,300,000 or so living in North Carolina who they could marry or have the legal benefits of marriage with.
But this isn’t a post about voter turnout. I understand the reasons why people don’t vote. This [...]
The above video, featuring some of my favorite people and places in my home city of Greensboro, NC, sums it up nicely. Please, if you live in North Carolina and haven’t already, be sure to vote no on Amendment 1 on May 8. You can skip the rest of the ballot if you like, but this one thing is vital. More after the jump.
Occasionally I post things like this on Twitter or Facebook:
“Most of the time, I hate it here in the middle of nowhere. Then sometimes, I want to wall all 7 acres off, top it with razor wire, and top the razor wire with mousetraps. Coated in poison. Laced with nanobots. Belligerent ones. That were cursed. By ghosts.”
As a result, I’m frequently mistaken for a misanthrope. This is a misconception. A misanthrope is someone who hates humanity. I don’t hate humanity. I adore it.
“I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a worshipper of Talos.
But you don’t need to attend the Temple of the Nine to know that there’s something wrong in Skyrim when gays and cat people and lizards and shit can serve openly in the the Imperial Legion, but true sons of Skyrim can’t openly celebrate the apotheosis of Talos or pray at his shrines without being kidnapped [...]