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An enormous nerd, writer, author of ridiculous fantasy-fiction. Fitness buff, massive dork, autistic mess. Tell me lies. Buy me steak and French fries.
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Playing with toys in the sun, we walked long paths together out of curiosity. The joy I felt, carrying you as a puppy, is replaced now the the breaking of the last human aspects of my heart. I love you, Doc. You are everything that is good and kind in me. And you always will be. Doc 2012-2025

I can't help it. Years ago, an ex of mine and I went to Vegas and we found a little restaurant. They had crab enchiladas. Sounds weird, right? Crab, onion, chunks of garlic and mozzarella melted inside with the outside having melted parmesean and a smothering of Alfredo. I STILL dream about them.

There really is no stupidity like longing for someone who only loved you as a passing fancy before their husband went to rehab for the Xth time. WHY am I so fucking stupid?

Every day I struggle to remember joy and happiness. EVERY day they seem further away. I don't remember what it's like being touched or loved. I just don't fucking remember and I don't even know why I continue. Just to make everyone around me happy? THAT'S NOT ENOUGH TO STAY.

I'm trying so goddamn hard to reconcile myself with the world insofar as "Should I stay". But that inclination is never accompanied by a human voice. Why do I stay?

I admit it. Sometimes I miss being touched and cared for. It's been, what, ten years since I've felt that? Is it inhuman to admit loneliness? Or are we so strident we assert that it's an affect of "losers"?

Tell me, if the overriding maxim of the time is "Fuck your feelings", do I need to spare the feelings of Christers when speaking about their favorite, primitive, fantasy-fiction novel?

Now the Christers are coming after prescription medication for those with mental illnesses. Yeah. That's what I want; a bunch of morons who think the earth is 10,000 years old deciding what medications I can and can't take. Because their rudimentary biblical knowledge is on par with med-school.

The internet is full of mediocre men losing their shit about "Men DESERVE to be lonely". Yeah. We do. Women are SICK and fucking tired of us showing up at the table with the bare minimum and expecting adulation. Women are sick and tired of "men" only waiting for their turn to speak.

Sometimes I hate being what I am so much I want to peel my skin off. Being autistic, being "high-functioning", places both expectations and restrictions on you. You're expected to be constantly brilliant and you're expected to be entirely content being solitary. Sometimes that ain't fun.

Trying to impress hateful and resentful people so you can write for a living is the most tedious and insufferable process on this planet. Don't ever try to write for a living; you'll be hamstrung by people who CAN'T write; these "people" will determine your entire life. BADLY.

Wayfinder is AMAZING. Absolute steal and I can't recommend enough. Between you and me? With Grendel looking like this, I'm not loving Beowulf's odds this time around.

Do you believe Christianity has ever been a force for good, friends and followers? Or do you believe, as I do, that it has always been evil and always will be? In this particular time, surrounded by the things which we are, all I can see is evil.

The KKKhristers are attacking a bishop who asked for "mercy", much as Christ might have. LMAO!!! KKKhristianity is fucking dead. At LONG last, they show their true colors. Worthless, hateful, ignorant, stupid, deluded, hysterical primates. As ever. It was always going to come to this.

Look. You can believe unicorns live in your SHOES for all I fucking care. But the second, the SECOND you say "We need to enact legislature that actively harms innocent people because the unicorns said", that's when we are gonna fight.

Young men in Internetland, please, don't try to seduce the stripper. No. Make her laugh so hard she snorts Appletini out of her nose. "HAWWRRRGFHFGGHFFFTH!!" "When she made a sound like a deranged capybara, I knew it was fate..."

Confessions of a Madman: Ghost Pepper is better than Carolina Reaper. I'll wrestle you in jello if you contradict me.

Konami could literally PRINT money with a Metal Gear Rising Remaster but these weirdos are like "Nah, PACHINKO machines!" I don't know who introduced these freaks to espresso and cocaine but this is entirely your fault.

Peak Christerism is being a multiple-adulterer, felon, and r@pist while calling literally anyone a heretic. Jesus, if he existed (he doesn't), would slap the shit out of you, Donnie Boy.

It's always after dark that my stomach goes "Hey, you know all that shit that's TERRIBLE for you? I want that. Gimme."

Me: "Ah. High School of the Dead. It'll probably be another batshit ecchi that's good for a laugh." Me, four episodes in: "Why? WHY is this so GOOD?? NANI?!'

Infinite time, infinite power, infinite knowledge, infinite resources... And we get bone cancer and congenital heart defects in children? Don't ask me to respect a god who couldn't even manage the bare minimum insofar as mitigating arbitrary suffering.

Things as they are will inevitably facilitate a conversation about the role of Christianity in American life and it will require honesty most (white) Americans are not ready for. But this is a conversation several centuries overdue.