Wow 6 years, it's been a very long while. Not to worry there is still plenty of dark and crunchy center to be had, with an even more bitter after taste, little less nicotine, a hell of a lot more green, and BOOCHA for all! Since we last left our intrepid outer plainer...
I can with much certainty account a true connection has been found, and of course it is not conventional, nor ordinary, but the most boring and wonderful thing I have know in this existence. A life evolving and never quite the same, its is a quiet and subtle thing, with some of the most profound and shattering affects yet.
I'm 45... FUCKING 45, from the body that believed 30 would never be. I'm Nonbinary, no huge surprise to those who know me, I am asexual, a huge surprise from the "Female Casanova" of yore... I came out to my immediate family, kind of.... I mean it's not easy to explain to a certain generation, let alone a generation that just so happens to be calcified in "dogma", how you've never been, "a girl" but you sure as hell not "a boy" and that although the walking meat bag of a form you where born with and is presented to the public, is not even close to being an accurate interpretation of the creature you are have been, is NOT an easy task. One would like to think that explaining this personal journey to those who believe in a "man in the clouds" that watches and records ever fucking/sucking (literally and figuratively) thing you do, from the moment a sperm makes way into a egg, should be a fairly digestible concept to convey, but alas. Compromise is a complex thing, but patients is a virtue best spent, We do what we can as long as love exists in the spaces in-between.
We have found that in this day and age, things coupled with a multitude of stuff, have become highly disappointing. I wish I could say I was surprised as to just how far backwards and up our ass this country and quite frankly, (Hi Frank) the planet has strayed towards a dystopia, but I am not, still it seems as good a reason as any to begin to pontificate all over the interwebs again. When a real life deja vu night-terror cycles round four years later, one can't help but begin to believe that glitches with in a matrix are a more real thing in existence than any unseen god, because a mummy like disney automaton and a spoiled giant mutant cheeto monster being the only two things presented to be leader of one of the more "powerful" (let face it deadly) bodies of land on the planet does not a choice make!
Oh there are so many things to bitch and groan on about, so many thoughts about the shitnado TM (make that in to a fucking film ya filthy animals) that we try and wade through on the daily. Can't wait to get tippity tapping away to EXSORSIZE the demons! Welcome back.
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