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I hate you too, pumpkin.

22 Aug

This may come as a shock, but there are some people that hate this blog, and by extension, me.

And I am ok with that.

I didn’t start this weekly screed to make friends, I just wanted to have someplace to literary vomit on a regular basis, the fact that you read it is not something I will be held responsible for.

But, and this is the whole whiny point here, why read it if you don’t like it?

I got 5 hate emails last week for my post.

And not one of those 5 people who emailed were new to me.

EVERY one of them had emailed me before to bitch at me for something.

I had the C-word thrown at me again.

Not that one, Cis-male.

For those that don’t know, a cis-male is someone who insists on being the gender they were “Assigned” at birth. But there is a really pissy connotation like you are just choosing it to be an ass.

So, for my crimes of both being born with testicles and a penis and going the further step of calling myself male, I am getting hate email calling me a “Belligerent cis-male.”

As far as hate email goes, this is the weakest crap I have ever seen.

Part of insulting someone means that you at least use a vernacular that they will consider insulting.

I am a male. That is a physical fact and really does not leave room for debate.

I cannot claim to be a woman because I am, in fact, not.

Even if I go the route of the “Woman trapped in a man’s body” I would still be a man.

Gender is not something that you can argue.

Correction, you can argue about anything you feel like, but if you argue gender, you are wrong.

The physical is the default, that is the way it is.

Now, if you want to surgically alter the physical, that is different.

I am all about personal freedom, just don’t get stupid about it.

And when it comes to insulting me, you have to understand something.

Insulting is my game, welcome to Thunderdome, bitch.

Honestly, here is what insulting me does.

It identifies you as an eligible receiver in the game and screams “I’m open!”

Most of these people that email me are somewhat controlled yet insulting in their first email.

And then they get my reply.

And their second reply is where they lose their shit.

Because my reply doesn’t even try to be polite.

If my reply and polite were in a prison cell together, polite would not be allowed to pee standing up. (Wait for it… Wait for it… BAM! You got it.)

And can you blame them?

The dash off a poorly written, grammatically spotty email to chastise some blogger and the response is obscene, attacking, and, in some instances, against the law in several states.

The utter horror you get back when you call someone’s dog a cunt and intimate that it is a pedophile is stunning to read. The woman I pulled that little stunt on wrote back a 300 word reply that boiled down to “I don’t know how to respond but I hate you.”

I live for those ones.

Its an ugly side of me that I made peace with long ago.

And its gotten worse.

Its like the lunatics have taken over the asylum, but they are doing a better job of running it.

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