I Swear…

…because I’m an adult. I use adult language once in a while, but not in a gratuitous fashion. That being said: FUCK TRUMP.

Deal with it.


Fuck you, your labels, AND the horse you rode in on!

Ranting time – I’m so fucking tired of people who think they fucking know EVERYTHING about OTHER PEOPLE, when in truth, they don’t know Jack Shit!

I’ve been thinking about labels a lot, recently.  No, not the labels you find on foodstuffs at a market, your clothes, or the ‘instruction’ labels you find on poorly-made items from IKEA.  No, I’m talking about the labels that people want to paste on others, even when they don’t know another personally!  A few stereotypes can be seen in the pictograph below.

First and foremost, if you don’t know me, you have no right to label me.  In your own head, perhaps, but as far as telling another something about me, especially if you don’t know me personally?  YOU HAVE NO RIGHT BECAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.  Period, end of fucking story.  If you must apply a label to someone, why not label your own gawddamned self?  Seriously, why the fuck not?  Don’t you know yourself?  Shit, I know myself quite fucking well, thank you very much!  Here are my labels for MYSELF, because they are who I am…and they’re accurate, not fucking ASSumptions based on false, useless gossip or lame stereotypes!

Nubian, and I am Blackfoot native.
French Creole, and I am Irish.
Rastafarian Jamaican, and I am Teutonic.



echoing through the centuries past…

comes the battle-cry of the screaming, face-painted, bear-sark…

I am the sum total of my life experiences.  I am the multiplied total of my family bloodlines.

I am ultra-feminine, and I am in touch with my masculine side.

I have come a long way, and I know I still have a long way to go.

I’m crazy enough to know that I am more sane than most.

I am Aries.  In short, I AM ME!!

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