naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Angry)
From Tumblr's queerandpresentdanger:

I think another reason why it’s important to not be nice when speaking of your oppression—not just a prerogative but important—is to try to really convey the severity of what you’re dealing with. When you’re nice, it’s easy for the person you’re speaking to to assume that you are dealing with minor pet peeves, not seeing the necessity of them to look within themselves to think about the ways they’re contributing. It’s easy for them to dismiss what you’re talking about as trivial interpersonal annoyances that are not representative of larger structural problems. But when you’re fucking angry—when you let across how much pain you’ve endured because of this—it comes across. It’s serious. And even if the person you’re talking to shuts down, fuck at least you feel better, and that’s a minor victory in itself.

Instead of asking us not to be angry it’s more productive to think about why you’re not. It’s more effective to think about what privilege you have for not being angry. It’s more effective to realize the oppression you’re perpetuating by demanding we convey knowledge in a comfortable manner for you when we’ve likely spent our entire lives being uncomfortable. It’s important to recognize the privilege in demanding to control what type of information you’re given and how. Realize the violence you’re inflicting by doing this, supported by and representative of larger types of violence inflicted throughout our lifetimes. And realize when that I don’t comply with your attempts to control me it’s an act of resistance.


I'm just gonna leave that there so as not to speak over the message.

Also gonna link to this guy's other tumblrs: fuckyeahchubbyguysofcolor and fatnudes. The fatnudes one is racially diverse and features nudes of all genders. I think they are both pretty awesome.
naamah_darling: Spotted hyena teeth. (Teeth)
From Tumblr's queerandpresentdanger:

I think another reason why it’s important to not be nice when speaking of your oppression—not just a prerogative but important—is to try to really convey the severity of what you’re dealing with. When you’re nice, it’s easy for the person you’re speaking to to assume that you are dealing with minor pet peeves, not seeing the necessity of them to look within themselves to think about the ways they’re contributing. It’s easy for them to dismiss what you’re talking about as trivial interpersonal annoyances that are not representative of larger structural problems. But when you’re fucking angry—when you let across how much pain you’ve endured because of this—it comes across. It’s serious. And even if the person you’re talking to shuts down, fuck at least you feel better, and that’s a minor victory in itself.

Instead of asking us not to be angry it’s more productive to think about why you’re not. It’s more effective to think about what privilege you have for not being angry. It’s more effective to realize the oppression you’re perpetuating by demanding we convey knowledge in a comfortable manner for you when we’ve likely spent our entire lives being uncomfortable. It’s important to recognize the privilege in demanding to control what type of information you’re given and how. Realize the violence you’re inflicting by doing this, supported by and representative of larger types of violence inflicted throughout our lifetimes. And realize when that I don’t comply with your attempts to control me it’s an act of resistance.


I'm just gonna leave that there so as not to speak over the message.

Also gonna link to this guy's other tumblrs: fuckyeahchubbyguysofcolor and fatnudes. The fatnudes one is racially diverse and features nudes of all genders. I think they are both pretty awesome.
naamah_darling: Intentionally hilarious cutesy illustration of a super-adorable anime girl with blood pouring from her crotch. (Menstrual)
Hey! It's been a while since I got really pissed off, hasn't it? I should probably do some of that soon, shouldn't I? How about now? Is now good for you?

I thought that since we are dirt-scraping poor and totally, totally unemployed, we'd be eligible for Medicaid under our state's much-vaunted "Soonercare" program. Nope. Why? Because I'm not fucking pregnant or trying to get pregnant, I don't have fucking kids, I'm not under 19 or over 65, and I have not been certified as fucking disabled yet.

Fuck everything. Just fucking fuck it.

Fucking fuck.

I've had, like, three people (professionals) ask me why I'm not on Medicaid lately when they knew I didn't fucking have kids. Fuck them for fucking asking. Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them. They deal with poor people every cocksucking day, they should fucking know. Fuck them.

I've spent my life very fucking carefully not having children I can't afford and which would only cost the state money. My reward for this? A fuck you very much and a boot on the ass on the way out. There's my thanks for being smart and careful. Thanks, Oklahoma, for reminding me that I'm not important because I am not reproducing, and that "families" means "babies."

I can get fucking nothing until I am certified as disabled or until I whelp.

I need medical care. Like, right now I kind of urgently need testing to make sure I don't have something bad. I doubt I'm in any trouble here, I do, but I would really like to be sure instead of letting something potentially nasty just slide. I deserve to be safe, to feel safe, and to have basic medical care. And I can't fucking get it.

Fucking lovely.

I am not fucking kidding when I say my pets get shit-tons better health care than I do.

Best line from The Ghost and the Darkness:

"Welcome to Tsavo. My advice to you is don't get sick."

Yeah. Welcome to fucking Oklahoma.

Golly, I think I've ranted this rant before. Six years, and nothing has changed.

If I can get the wherewithal to do it, I'm going to call around and see if the website is maybe wrong, I'm going to make someone say it to me personally, but I really don't think I'm going to get anywhere with that.

I think they'd probably love to be able to help me but can't because rich fucking assholes can't part with a tiny fraction of their millions in order to help out people who are fucking sick. Fucking parasites. Worthless dogfucking shitbags. I hope they choke to death on a camel semen and pig vomit ice dildo in a room wallpapered with child porn, while sodomizing the corpse of a first-degree relative who died of ebola and was then stuffed full of aspic and cheap heroin, and then I hope feral cats eat their faces off and piss all over everything they have ever owned or loved, and crows peck out their eyes, and rats gnaw them hollow starting with their testicles. Televised. Live. To America. Why? Because horse semen is too goddamn good for these walking shit containers.

(Also, if you're inclined to turn the comments into an argument about the recent USA health care act stuff, pro or con, just don't.)

(And if you're offended by my strong language, suck troll shit off Satan's cock in hell, you worthless fuck.)

(Aside from that, I am feeling loads better today.)
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Angry)
Oh, hello, dysphoric mania mixed state. Nice to see you again. Kindly fuck off until further notice.

Angry. Everything makes me angry. I am like The Hulk stuck in the body of a shmoo with rageface. ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ

I'm hungry. That makes me angry.

The smell of my food makes me angry.

Cats are playing. I'm angry.

Sargon doesn't feel well. I'm angry.

Youtube shows me an ad and not the goddamn pug video I was trying to watch. I'm angry.

I'm tired. I'm angry.

I need to solve a narrative problem in Fox's Tale, and can apparently barely articulate what that problem is. I'm angry.

I am having trouble with two projects for friends' Christmas presents. I'm angry.

I have to go to the post office on Monday, where they will charge me a totally arbitrary amount for packages no larger or heavier than the ones I've mailed previously, all while pretending I'm the one making shit up. I'm angry.

I need to clean the fuck up in here. I'm angry.

I need a shower. I'm angry.

Puppies? They bark. I'm angry.

No idea what to make for Sargon for Christmas. I'm angry.

Cat is looking at me again. I'm angry.

Trying to read some old pulp horror stories, keep losing my place 'cause I can't concentrate. I'm angry.

Cheese. Tastes like . . . cheese. I'm angry.

It's awesome, but why the cult of bacon? I'm angry.

Smooch wants to snuggle. I'm angry.

Looking at gorgeous motherfucking naked boys, some of them fucking each other. I'm so fucking angry oh my GOD it's like white-hot incandescent fury is consuming my bones like phosphorus flares. Still can't stop looking.

Ziplining around Constantinople, trying to lay some airborne stabbity death down on the righteously deserving, and goddamn, did you know the Janissaries can kick you in the balls?! FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU

And what fucking enrages me the most is the advice plastered helpfully all over every fucking page about bipolar mixed states: OH NOEZ THESE THINGS ARE DANGEROUS. CALL YOUR DOCTOR. ESPECIALLY IF THEY LAST, FOR INSTANCE, FOR SEVERAL DAYS. GET HELP GET HELP GET MOTHERFUCKING HELP.

Yeah? No shit? Fuck you, helpful person who has money to pay for that shit and who has been able to afford to see a psychiatrist ever even once so you even have one to call and who has a doctor that calls them back and apparently lives in a world with no weekends and no phone anxiety and a schedule that doesn't keep them asleep during call-back hours and drugs that don't turn them into the walking dead. Just . . . fuck you. Fuck. You. I don't want to meet you. Ever. But how else am I supposed to punch you in your stupid face?! Fuck you. You go get help. I'm going to sit here and build a pit trap for when you come back. With spikes at the bottom. And then I'm looting your goddamn body and burying you next to the people who offer unsolicited advice about herbal remedies and chakra polishing.

UGH.

And I'm bored out of my mind, but everything I try to do frustrates me or pisses me off or goes nowhere. All I want to do are things that take me out of my own head. TV/movies and reading don't work, never really have. I almost never identify with characters enough. Roleplaying does it, but Sargon's feeling like ass, and he's been really great about letting me play lots anyway, and I'm hardly in any position to reciprocate, so I feel bad enough about it as it is.

So it's sleep! I'm tired of sleeping. It's boring as fuck. I'm angry.

"Oh, tee hee hee! What wonderful creativity and insight your bipolar mess has given you! You wouldn't be you without it!"

GAH. Someday I will build a working hidden blade that can stab people THROUGH THE INTERNET. I'd say nobody would know it was me, but it would be pretty distinctive.

See? This is why they call it crazy. There is no rational reason for feeling like this whatsoever. I am lucid, aware that it's a cruel trick of brain chemistry, and am not a genuine danger to myself or anyone else. Oh, that's nice, isn't it? That's good. But it doesn't make me any less unhappy. Knowing it's the equivalent of static on the line doesn't make it any less hideously unpleasant.

Not knowing what would make it less unpleasant -- discounting drugs I'd rather not take -- doesn't help, either.

Sad part? This is still not half as bad as it was the other night, when I was literally unable to breathe normally or hold still. So . . . net gain?
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Warning: Death Ray)
An Indiana hospital ridicules Erin Vaught and refuses her treatment after she came to the emergency room coughing up blood. Why? Because she is a transgendered woman.

She was kept waiting for treatment for two hours, ridiculed by staff, called "he-she" and "it," ignored, and eventually refused treatment altogether because of "the transvestite thing." All in front of her wife and son, both of whom must have been horribly worried about her.

No, I did not make a typo. These are medical professionals so ill-educated they do not know the difference between "transgendered" and "transvestite," and are such fucking assholes they do not care.

I want to point out that this was not a failure of one person. It was multiple people. In essence, yes, the hospital as a whole.

Ms Vaught is receiving treatment at another hospital thanks to an advocacy group. Thankfully, there was time to arrange that. What would have happened if she had been in critical condition? Would these people have turned her out to die? Yes, I actually think they would have.

For fuck's sake. These people should not be allowed to change birdcage liners, much less provide care to human beings. They should all be fired and hopefully never hired for a position requiring contact with the public ever again.

Send Ball Memorial Hospital a message demanding accountability via petition.

Ball Memorial's Facebook page. Click "like" and leave them a comment telling them how disgusting they are.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Warning: Death Ray)
An Indiana hospital ridicules Erin Vaught and refuses her treatment after she came to the emergency room coughing up blood. Why? Because she is a transgendered woman.

She was kept waiting for treatment for two hours, ridiculed by staff, called "he-she" and "it," ignored, and eventually refused treatment altogether because of "the transvestite thing." All in front of her wife and son, both of whom must have been horribly worried about her.

No, I did not make a typo. These are medical professionals so ill-educated they do not know the difference between "transgendered" and "transvestite," and are such fucking assholes they do not care.

I want to point out that this was not a failure of one person. It was multiple people. In essence, yes, the hospital as a whole.

Ms Vaught is receiving treatment at another hospital thanks to an advocacy group. Thankfully, there was time to arrange that. What would have happened if she had been in critical condition? Would these people have turned her out to die? Yes, I actually think they would have.

For fuck's sake. These people should not be allowed to change birdcage liners, much less provide care to human beings. They should all be fired and hopefully never hired for a position requiring contact with the public ever again.

Send Ball Memorial Hospital a message demanding accountability via petition.

Ball Memorial's Facebook page. Click "like" and leave them a comment telling them how disgusting they are.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
In other news, I received a not-entirely-unexpected kick to the groin that is my life. I've now been turned down for insurance twice, meaning that very soon I will not have insurance.

I can't explain the situation fully. It's all acronyms and if/thens and deductibles and bullshit and so forth. I don't understand it at all, which makes me feel exceedingly stupid -- also helpless -- but Sargon has been working on it, and it's just not coming together in a way that we can afford.

I thought that if we paid for the COBRA coverage we wouldn't have these problems. Apparently there's a way out of that for the insurance shitheads, because they've denied me based on my preexisting conditions. I'm eligible for "high risk" insurance, which is more expensive than not having it at all.

Being denied coverage because of my thyroid condition and my mental health issues sucks. I did nothing to cause or deserve these things (and even if I had, that's not their fucking business to determine). I manage this shit very well with comparatively little intervention. It makes me angry, it makes me sick, it makes me sad, and I wish to god it didn't make me feel like pond slime, but it does because some part of me believes that if I had just sucked it the fuck up and held on, that I would never have been diagnosed and could not now be denied because I am a human being with the temerity to not have perfect mental health.

AND GUESS WHAT IS NOT HELPING MY MENTAL STATE? YOU SHITPICKING INSURANCE FUCKNECKS, THAT'S WHAT. Thanks a lot, you soulless piss-gargling anal sores. Go suck horse cock-sized shit popsicles in hell. And may the wind from Satan's colon boil your eyes in their sockets and strip the flesh from your bones for a thousand thousand years. Amen.

Sargon, because he doesn't have any chronic health problems and thus theoretically won't actually need the insurance, is insurable.

I love their logic. And by "love," I mean I would like to break all their bones, force-feed them bees, blood-puke, and maggot cheese, drown them in chilled menstrual blood, and then serve them to a pit full of angry wild pigs. Like revolting human ortolans. It would at least be a use for them. If all the insurance world had but a single throat. . . .

I know that many of you, and I suspect the majority, have gone through something similar, probably worse, so I don't need to go into further detail about it. It's just shitty. And it makes me feel shitty. Like I am not worth taking care of. I have nowhere to focus my anger, so it goes inward. I hate this.

Doctors have been fucking me over for 15+ years. I suppose it's not surprising that insurance assholes would get in on that action at some point.

I'm so tired of hearing about shit like this happening to other people, even more than I am pissed at it happening to me. It's so fucking stupid and so fucking unfair. Evil. Actually evil.

I guess the next step is to try to get myself on disability. I won't even go into the enormously complex shitpile of feelings I have about that.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
In other news, I received a not-entirely-unexpected kick to the groin that is my life. I've now been turned down for insurance twice, meaning that very soon I will not have insurance.

I can't explain the situation fully. It's all acronyms and if/thens and deductibles and bullshit and so forth. I don't understand it at all, which makes me feel exceedingly stupid -- also helpless -- but Sargon has been working on it, and it's just not coming together in a way that we can afford.

I thought that if we paid for the COBRA coverage we wouldn't have these problems. Apparently there's a way out of that for the insurance shitheads, because they've denied me based on my preexisting conditions. I'm eligible for "high risk" insurance, which is more expensive than not having it at all.

Being denied coverage because of my thyroid condition and my mental health issues sucks. I did nothing to cause or deserve these things (and even if I had, that's not their fucking business to determine). I manage this shit very well with comparatively little intervention. It makes me angry, it makes me sick, it makes me sad, and I wish to god it didn't make me feel like pond slime, but it does because some part of me believes that if I had just sucked it the fuck up and held on, that I would never have been diagnosed and could not now be denied because I am a human being with the temerity to not have perfect mental health.

AND GUESS WHAT IS NOT HELPING MY MENTAL STATE? YOU SHITPICKING INSURANCE FUCKNECKS, THAT'S WHAT. Thanks a lot, you soulless piss-gargling anal sores. Go suck horse cock-sized shit popsicles in hell. And may the wind from Satan's colon boil your eyes in their sockets and strip the flesh from your bones for a thousand thousand years. Amen.

Sargon, because he doesn't have any chronic health problems and thus theoretically won't actually need the insurance, is insurable.

I love their logic. And by "love," I mean I would like to break all their bones, force-feed them bees, blood-puke, and maggot cheese, drown them in chilled menstrual blood, and then serve them to a pit full of angry wild pigs. Like revolting human ortolans. It would at least be a use for them. If all the insurance world had but a single throat. . . .

I know that many of you, and I suspect the majority, have gone through something similar, probably worse, so I don't need to go into further detail about it. It's just shitty. And it makes me feel shitty. Like I am not worth taking care of. I have nowhere to focus my anger, so it goes inward. I hate this.

Doctors have been fucking me over for 15+ years. I suppose it's not surprising that insurance assholes would get in on that action at some point.

I'm so tired of hearing about shit like this happening to other people, even more than I am pissed at it happening to me. It's so fucking stupid and so fucking unfair. Evil. Actually evil.

I guess the next step is to try to get myself on disability. I won't even go into the enormously complex shitpile of feelings I have about that.
naamah_darling: Lucian from Underworld next to a snarling wolf. From the dark into the black, throwbacks always have to go. (Lucian Throwbacks)
Rape is a "pre-existing condition." Enjoy maybe getting AIDS.

Sometimes I want to resign from the human race just for the pleasure of saying "I have nothing in common with you shitfuckers. I hope you die in agony. Alone. Except for those 3d6 priapic wild pigs."

You can claim that those mule-felching piles of assvomit are not human all you like and that won't make it true. They are human, and that is the most disgusting part of this. You can't just stand up, point, and say in outrage: "Get away from me you pile of shit! I am chocolate!" They are human, you are human, we are all human. You share that with them, whether you like it or not.

As humanity is not something you have to earn, the label isn't reserved only for the best of us. That's part of the point that women and people of color and people with disabilities or mental illnesses and fat people and queer people are always trying to make. That you can't bestow or deny humanity, that we have that without asking, and that it cannot be taken away. So I can't say they aren't human, even though they obviously lack the constellation of traits (decency, charity, compassion) that we have come to call "humanity."

Why we call it "humanity" when most of our species is by that definition inhumane in the extreme is quite beyond me.

If I really were a werewolf, instead of a crazy person with a damn good metaphor, I would be taking great comfort in my inhumanity right about now.
naamah_darling: Lucian from Underworld next to a snarling wolf. From the dark into the black, throwbacks always have to go. (Lucian Throwbacks)
Rape is a "pre-existing condition." Enjoy maybe getting AIDS.

Sometimes I want to resign from the human race just for the pleasure of saying "I have nothing in common with you shitfuckers. I hope you die in agony. Alone. Except for those 3d6 priapic wild pigs."

You can claim that those mule-felching piles of assvomit are not human all you like and that won't make it true. They are human, and that is the most disgusting part of this. You can't just stand up, point, and say in outrage: "Get away from me you pile of shit! I am chocolate!" They are human, you are human, we are all human. You share that with them, whether you like it or not.

As humanity is not something you have to earn, the label isn't reserved only for the best of us. That's part of the point that women and people of color and people with disabilities or mental illnesses and fat people and queer people are always trying to make. That you can't bestow or deny humanity, that we have that without asking, and that it cannot be taken away. So I can't say they aren't human, even though they obviously lack the constellation of traits (decency, charity, compassion) that we have come to call "humanity."

Why we call it "humanity" when most of our species is by that definition inhumane in the extreme is quite beyond me.

If I really were a werewolf, instead of a crazy person with a damn good metaphor, I would be taking great comfort in my inhumanity right about now.
naamah_darling: Animated icon of Ioan Gruffudd looking very pissed with a succession of horrible profanity added. (Tourette's)
You all know that I love to fucking swear, and think that efforts to stifle others' casual use of the word "fuck" is nothing more than a tactic used by the ethically and intellectually unsophisticated to control the (usually more interesting) people around them.

You may also be aware that I was once thrown out of a doctor's office for swearing -- not at anyone, just near them, and that I still have a lingering desire to dump decomposing possum water into the window wells of that particular doctor's car.

So any instance of someone swearing in understandable circumstances and then catching heat for it draws my attention.

Oh, hey, look! This just in:

A Michigan girl's father collapses in a seizure after brain surgery. She calls 911 and, in a state of panic, drops an f-bomb.

The shit-gargling assblister assigned to the phones is so taken aback by this sort of unladylike language that he hangs up on her. More, this ignorant stump-humping fucker of dead dog's throat-holes hangs up on her three times without even asking what her emergency is because she, like most of us, is saying "What the fuck?" and this, apparently, offends his sense of propriety.

This bile-soaked maggot-brained buffoon does, however, take a moment or two away from his busy schedule of bobbing for his own prostate to call her a "stupid ass," and wastes six valuable minutes while he fondles his self-righteous boner in a masturbatory reach-around technique achievable only by those sanctimonious holier-than-thou types whose desire to police the behavior of others has so inflamed their sense of right and wrong that it's swelled their assholes shut around their own necks. Like anal anaphylaxis triggered by the word FUCK.

To cap things off, the panicked daughter finally leaves her (still seizing) father in the care of her brother and physically runs down to the police station, where this selfsame braindead dick-puke chicken-dicker proceeds to arrest a 17-year-old girl on charges of "abuse of 911."

A charge which, it will no doubt come as a complete surprise to all of you fine people, does not fucking exist.

Now the girl and her father are both fine, and are hiring an attorney, but this prissy, overgrown bully is getting only two weeks' suspension. It is not, unfortunately, barbed-wire suspension by the testicles over an Olympic-sized pool full of well-trained spitting cobras, during which he is used as the target for the prototype OMFG-9000 combo rocket-powered dildo gun and taser.

Alas.

So, here's to you, Adrianne Ledesma. May the law be swift and just, and give this guy the bludgeoning he so completely deserves. Please don't ever stop swearing, and don't let anyone tell you that ladies don't swear. You're a brave woman, Adrianne, and anyone who has a problem with your language can go fuck a carcass. I wish you and your family, especially your father, well. Stay strong. I hope you take that squealing little comefart for everything he has.

For Sgt. Robert McFarland, here's a bag of dicks. Eat 'em, shit 'em, eat shit, die shitting 'em again. Cops aren't all bastards, they are human beings with complicated, difficult jobs, but pompous, bilious douchebags like you really put the public's faith in the system to the test, and that is an unfortunate thing . . . as is the fact that you evidently cannot cope with your job, thus putting innocent -- though foulmouthed -- people and their families at risk.

Tell you what, Bobby. The next enormous shit I take? Like a treacly Top 40 song introduced by Casey Kasem, I am dedicating it to you. Perhaps its spiritual company will increase your I.Q.

Stay classy, you power-tripping pile of assvomit.
naamah_darling: Animated icon of Ioan Gruffudd looking very pissed with a succession of horrible profanity added. (Tourette's)
You all know that I love to fucking swear, and think that efforts to stifle others' casual use of the word "fuck" is nothing more than a tactic used by the ethically and intellectually unsophisticated to control the (usually more interesting) people around them.

You may also be aware that I was once thrown out of a doctor's office for swearing -- not at anyone, just near them, and that I still have a lingering desire to dump decomposing possum water into the window wells of that particular doctor's car.

So any instance of someone swearing in understandable circumstances and then catching heat for it draws my attention.

Oh, hey, look! This just in:

A Michigan girl's father collapses in a seizure after brain surgery. She calls 911 and, in a state of panic, drops an f-bomb.

The shit-gargling assblister assigned to the phones is so taken aback by this sort of unladylike language that he hangs up on her. More, this ignorant stump-humping fucker of dead dog's throat-holes hangs up on her three times without even asking what her emergency is because she, like most of us, is saying "What the fuck?" and this, apparently, offends his sense of propriety.

This bile-soaked maggot-brained buffoon does, however, take a moment or two away from his busy schedule of bobbing for his own prostate to call her a "stupid ass," and wastes six valuable minutes while he fondles his self-righteous boner in a masturbatory reach-around technique achievable only by those sanctimonious holier-than-thou types whose desire to police the behavior of others has so inflamed their sense of right and wrong that it's swelled their assholes shut around their own necks. Like anal anaphylaxis triggered by the word FUCK.

To cap things off, the panicked daughter finally leaves her (still seizing) father in the care of her brother and physically runs down to the police station, where this selfsame braindead dick-puke chicken-dicker proceeds to arrest a 17-year-old girl on charges of "abuse of 911."

A charge which, it will no doubt come as a complete surprise to all of you fine people, does not fucking exist.

Now the girl and her father are both fine, and are hiring an attorney, but this prissy, overgrown bully is getting only two weeks' suspension. It is not, unfortunately, barbed-wire suspension by the testicles over an Olympic-sized pool full of well-trained spitting cobras, during which he is used as the target for the prototype OMFG-9000 combo rocket-powered dildo gun and taser.

Alas.

So, here's to you, Adrianne Ledesma. May the law be swift and just, and give this guy the bludgeoning he so completely deserves. Please don't ever stop swearing, and don't let anyone tell you that ladies don't swear. You're a brave woman, Adrianne, and anyone who has a problem with your language can go fuck a carcass. I wish you and your family, especially your father, well. Stay strong. I hope you take that squealing little comefart for everything he has.

For Sgt. Robert McFarland, here's a bag of dicks. Eat 'em, shit 'em, eat shit, die shitting 'em again. Cops aren't all bastards, they are human beings with complicated, difficult jobs, but pompous, bilious douchebags like you really put the public's faith in the system to the test, and that is an unfortunate thing . . . as is the fact that you evidently cannot cope with your job, thus putting innocent -- though foulmouthed -- people and their families at risk.

Tell you what, Bobby. The next enormous shit I take? Like a treacly Top 40 song introduced by Casey Kasem, I am dedicating it to you. Perhaps its spiritual company will increase your I.Q.

Stay classy, you power-tripping pile of assvomit.

"Life."

May. 31st, 2009 12:36 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Abortion Is Bloody Murder)
Wichita abortion provider Dr. George Tiller shot dead while walking into church.

White male suspect is at large, driving a powder-blue late 90's Ford Taurus with license plate 225-BAB. Details here.

He had previously been shot and survived, his clinic burned down, his life and his medical practice threatened, and somehow he survived, only to be gunned down going into church. He was one of the few late-term abortion providers in the country.

Culture of "life." Pro-"life." "Life" is sacred.

"Life."

May. 31st, 2009 12:36 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Abortion Is Bloody Murder)
Wichita abortion provider Dr. George Tiller shot dead while walking into church.

White male suspect is at large, driving a powder-blue late 90's Ford Taurus with license plate 225-BAB. Details here.

He had previously been shot and survived, his clinic burned down, his life and his medical practice threatened, and somehow he survived, only to be gunned down going into church. He was one of the few late-term abortion providers in the country.

Culture of "life." Pro-"life." "Life" is sacred.
naamah_darling: A wolf with its jaws wide open, and FUCK! written between them. (Fuck!)
Sooo, the Uterus That Would Not Die? It's trying to kill me again. Or drive me to suicide. A subtle distinction often lost on bystanders, who are chiefly concerned with dodging fountains of gore.

This time it has resorted to a tactic I thought it had abandoned way back in 1998 or '99. You know, last century. It is trying to make me bleed to death. That's right, the period that won't end has returned.

The irony that I have recently moved into a house with a white bathroom is not lost on me. It's like the ultimate case of not being able to go out in white pants because you will inevitably bleed all over them, even if your uterus is in a different county. At least the wallpaper is washable vinyl.

Nobody has ever been able to tell me why this happens. Not for sure. I have, personally, stopped caring. Pretty much all I care about is getting it to stop. Last time, the small army of incredibly irresponsible and stupid doctors I foolhardily employed to fix it tried a neverending cycle of pointless exams and hormone therapy, all of which proved to be a very bad idea. I am not doing that again. I am through fucking around. I strongly suspect that the goddamn thing is going to have to come out.

I am not pleased about this at all. A hysterectomy would require far too much contact with doctors for my liking.* If, however, it would save me from having to deal with the uterus from hell, I will endeavor to persevere.

The only reason I am sharing this with you is so that when the article appears in the paper detailing how I strangled some stupid asshole with his own stethoscope, you will know what probably precipitated it. And also so that when I annouce that I'm having parts of me removed and incinerated, you will not think I have gone out of my mind.

I would like to add, in closing, that we are without insurance at the moment,** and that I am in no mental state to deal with this crap right now. In fact, this is a very bad time, as I am, in colloquial parlance, all fucked up. I needed this like I need railspikes in my brain.

I am so pissed off about this. You have no idea. You really don't. Fuck cookies. Fuck chocolate. I want fucking blood. And it would be really, really nice if it were not coming from my vagina, thank you.

If I want medical advice, I will totally ask for it. Leave this between me and my doctor.

* When I say I am iatrophobic, I am not being as precise as I would like. There is no single verb meaning "to loathe and distrust someone to the point of wishing I could carry a gun into the exam room with me, because there have been times I needed it." They are fucking evil fucks, barring a few who may not have shown it yet -- you can never tell. And yet, if you let on that you know they are lying bastards, and you call them on their underhanded bullshit, they get really pissed off. Even when you are totally right.

** Belay the COBRA stuff. We're looking into it.
naamah_darling: A wolf with its jaws wide open, and FUCK! written between them. (Fuck!)
Sooo, the Uterus That Would Not Die? It's trying to kill me again. Or drive me to suicide. A subtle distinction often lost on bystanders, who are chiefly concerned with dodging fountains of gore.

This time it has resorted to a tactic I thought it had abandoned way back in 1998 or '99. You know, last century. It is trying to make me bleed to death. That's right, the period that won't end has returned.

The irony that I have recently moved into a house with a white bathroom is not lost on me. It's like the ultimate case of not being able to go out in white pants because you will inevitably bleed all over them, even if your uterus is in a different county. At least the wallpaper is washable vinyl.

Nobody has ever been able to tell me why this happens. Not for sure. I have, personally, stopped caring. Pretty much all I care about is getting it to stop. Last time, the small army of incredibly irresponsible and stupid doctors I foolhardily employed to fix it tried a neverending cycle of pointless exams and hormone therapy, all of which proved to be a very bad idea. I am not doing that again. I am through fucking around. I strongly suspect that the goddamn thing is going to have to come out.

I am not pleased about this at all. A hysterectomy would require far too much contact with doctors for my liking.* If, however, it would save me from having to deal with the uterus from hell, I will endeavor to persevere.

The only reason I am sharing this with you is so that when the article appears in the paper detailing how I strangled some stupid asshole with his own stethoscope, you will know what probably precipitated it. And also so that when I annouce that I'm having parts of me removed and incinerated, you will not think I have gone out of my mind.

I would like to add, in closing, that we are without insurance at the moment,** and that I am in no mental state to deal with this crap right now. In fact, this is a very bad time, as I am, in colloquial parlance, all fucked up. I needed this like I need railspikes in my brain.

I am so pissed off about this. You have no idea. You really don't. Fuck cookies. Fuck chocolate. I want fucking blood. And it would be really, really nice if it were not coming from my vagina, thank you.

If I want medical advice, I will totally ask for it. Leave this between me and my doctor.

* When I say I am iatrophobic, I am not being as precise as I would like. There is no single verb meaning "to loathe and distrust someone to the point of wishing I could carry a gun into the exam room with me, because there have been times I needed it." They are fucking evil fucks, barring a few who may not have shown it yet -- you can never tell. And yet, if you let on that you know they are lying bastards, and you call them on their underhanded bullshit, they get really pissed off. Even when you are totally right.

** Belay the COBRA stuff. We're looking into it.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Warning: Death Ray)
The second letter, because I couldn't let the top 10 results for "homosexuality" thing pass without mention:

To: ecr@amazon.com

Subject: More unacceptability.

To whom it may concern, yet again,

I have already written once expressing my displeasure, but I feel I must do so once more.

Are you aware that A Parent's Guide to Preventing Homosexuality by Joseph Nicolosi and Linda Ames Nicolosi is now the first title to appear if one searches for "homosexuality" on Amazon? Are you seriously telling me that a book about preventing homosexuality -- which is not possible -- is somehow an improvement over whatever book would have been in that spot had your new policy not gone into place?

Do you not see how incredibly, deeply offensive that is?

Are you on drugs? Stupid? Uncaring?

What is your problem?

What?

You want to censor "adult" content? FINE. I demand that you censor, equally, such "adult" content as Biblically-justified hate. I demand that you remove works that justify using one's own religious beliefs to stifle or harm another, or that deny humanity to other human beings based on something that is not a choice, and even if it were, would do no harm.

I demand that out of "consideration," you protect your customers from having to look at that bile-filled hate. I demand that I and others like me not have to look at it. You want to cater to your "entire customer base," you need to start catering to people who don't want to see that hateful religious crap, too. I find it every bit as offensive as others find the idea of two consenting adults of the same gender sharing pleasure. Where are my censored search rankings? When will books by atheists top the list of searches for "Jesus Christ?" When are you going to fix this?

I did notice that not all of the books in the top ten results for "homosexuality" are unsupportive, but the majority of them deal with it from a Biblical perspective. Must that be the central frame of reference for something that has nothing to do with the Bible? Must you encourage the incredibly narrow-minded and lackwitted worldview that implies that the only reason we should talk about gays is to wonder what Jesus would have thought of them, or whether God will let those icky homosexuals into heaven along with the rest of us Godfearing folk?

You don't want teens running across Heather Corinna's incredibly well-researched and sympathetic S.E.X., yet you have no problem with teens running across You Don't Have to Be Gay: Hope and Freedom for Males Struggling With Homosexuality or for Those Who Know of Someone Who Is by Jeff Konrad?

What the ever loving hell is wrong with you?!

At this point, you have lost my business. My husband and I have a Prime account with you. Again, I invite you to check our purchase history, which is well over $2,000 in the last six months alone. You've lost that business, and at this point the only possible way for you to regain it would be for you to issue a formal apology for your heinous, shortsighted, bigoted, and offensive behavior.

If this is what you think of us -- of gays, lesbians, transgendered folk, straight allies, those who are questioning, and those people who simply have functioning consciences and the sense of propriety God gave a roadkill possum -- if this is what you think of us, we will take our filthy homosexual lucre elsewhere, and you can go to hell.

I do not know how to make my displeasure any more clear.

Yours without any goodwill whatsoever,

-- Amanda Gannon

***

Amazon customer service email: ecr@amazon.com

Customer service phone: 1-800-201-7575

CEO contacts: Jeffrey Bezos.
1200 12th Avenue South
Seattle, Washington 98144-2734
United States
Phone: 206-266-1000
Fax: 206-622-2405


Drop the Google bomb with Amazon Rank.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Warning: Death Ray)
The second letter, because I couldn't let the top 10 results for "homosexuality" thing pass without mention:

To: ecr@amazon.com

Subject: More unacceptability.

To whom it may concern, yet again,

I have already written once expressing my displeasure, but I feel I must do so once more.

Are you aware that A Parent's Guide to Preventing Homosexuality by Joseph Nicolosi and Linda Ames Nicolosi is now the first title to appear if one searches for "homosexuality" on Amazon? Are you seriously telling me that a book about preventing homosexuality -- which is not possible -- is somehow an improvement over whatever book would have been in that spot had your new policy not gone into place?

Do you not see how incredibly, deeply offensive that is?

Are you on drugs? Stupid? Uncaring?

What is your problem?

What?

You want to censor "adult" content? FINE. I demand that you censor, equally, such "adult" content as Biblically-justified hate. I demand that you remove works that justify using one's own religious beliefs to stifle or harm another, or that deny humanity to other human beings based on something that is not a choice, and even if it were, would do no harm.

I demand that out of "consideration," you protect your customers from having to look at that bile-filled hate. I demand that I and others like me not have to look at it. You want to cater to your "entire customer base," you need to start catering to people who don't want to see that hateful religious crap, too. I find it every bit as offensive as others find the idea of two consenting adults of the same gender sharing pleasure. Where are my censored search rankings? When will books by atheists top the list of searches for "Jesus Christ?" When are you going to fix this?

I did notice that not all of the books in the top ten results for "homosexuality" are unsupportive, but the majority of them deal with it from a Biblical perspective. Must that be the central frame of reference for something that has nothing to do with the Bible? Must you encourage the incredibly narrow-minded and lackwitted worldview that implies that the only reason we should talk about gays is to wonder what Jesus would have thought of them, or whether God will let those icky homosexuals into heaven along with the rest of us Godfearing folk?

You don't want teens running across Heather Corinna's incredibly well-researched and sympathetic S.E.X., yet you have no problem with teens running across You Don't Have to Be Gay: Hope and Freedom for Males Struggling With Homosexuality or for Those Who Know of Someone Who Is by Jeff Konrad?

What the ever loving hell is wrong with you?!

At this point, you have lost my business. My husband and I have a Prime account with you. Again, I invite you to check our purchase history, which is well over $2,000 in the last six months alone. You've lost that business, and at this point the only possible way for you to regain it would be for you to issue a formal apology for your heinous, shortsighted, bigoted, and offensive behavior.

If this is what you think of us -- of gays, lesbians, transgendered folk, straight allies, those who are questioning, and those people who simply have functioning consciences and the sense of propriety God gave a roadkill possum -- if this is what you think of us, we will take our filthy homosexual lucre elsewhere, and you can go to hell.

I do not know how to make my displeasure any more clear.

Yours without any goodwill whatsoever,

-- Amanda Gannon

***

Amazon customer service email: ecr@amazon.com

Customer service phone: 1-800-201-7575

CEO contacts: Jeffrey Bezos.
1200 12th Avenue South
Seattle, Washington 98144-2734
United States
Phone: 206-266-1000
Fax: 206-622-2405


Drop the Google bomb with Amazon Rank.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Sex)
Amazon has decided that books with gay, lesbian, and feminist content are "adult books," and as such, we need to be protected from them.

When an affected writer asked Amazon about this, he received this in reply:

In consideration of our entire customer base, we exclude "adult" material from appearing in some searches and best seller lists. Since these lists are generated using sales ranks, adult materials must also be excluded from that feature.

Hence, if you have further questions, kindly write back to us.

Best regards,

Ashlyn D
Member Services
Amazon.com Advantage


Here is a list of affected titles.

Amazon searches for "homosexuality" bring up some interesting titles. The very first book to appear is A Parent's Guide to Preventing Homosexuality by Joseph Nicolosi and Linda Ames Nicolosi. Amazon feels this is less harmful?

Dwell on that.

Moving on, Can Homosexuality Be Healed? by Francis MacNutt and You Don't Have to Be Gay: Hope and Freedom for Males Struggling With Homosexuality or for Those Who Know of Someone Who Is by Jeff Konrad also appear within the top ten.

I am with Smart Bitches, Trashy Books: "What, I ask, the fucking fuckhell?"

A link roundup.

Massive thread derail in comments on this Amazon post. Go contribute if you have an account, or simply click "Yes" below the comments to signify that you agree. My comment is at the top of page two, I think.

Amazon customer service email: ecr@amazon.com

Customer service phone: 1-800-201-7575

CEO contact:
Jeffrey Bezos.
1200 12th Avenue South
Seattle, Washington 98144-2734
United States
Phone: 206-266-1000
Fax: 206-622-2405


I wrote them a letter, and will probably write another. Want text? Here, have text:

***

TO: ecr@amazon.com

SUBJECT: Unacceptable, unacceptable, unacceptable.

To whom it may concern,

I am writing to inform you that I will not be ordering from Amazon until such time as you cease excluding GLBT and other "adult" material from appearing in bestseller and search lists, and until their sales rankings have been restored.

I have been very pleased with Amazon until now. This pleasure has been reflected in the amount of money I and my husband spend with Amazon. I'll wait while you go look at the numbers.

Seen them?

You aren't getting any more of it until you start treating us like adults.

Your backwards policies are censoring the appearance GLBT books on bestseller, search, and ranking lists, as well as negative affecting heterosexual adult erotica as well. It is also negatively affecting YA novels that treat with the subject sympathetically -- books that, far from "corrupting," could arguably do a great deal of good to a child suffering a crisis of sexual identity. None of this is acceptable.

You, through someone called "Ashlyn D," claim this is "in consideration for [your] entire customer base."

How utterly revolting, patronizing, and stupid. For shame!

I do not need such consideration. No adult needs such consideration. Are we children? Do squalling infants make up the majority of your customer base? Do you honestly believe that grown men and women need to be protected from the gay and lesbian menace? Are you truly that shortsighted, backwards, and stupid? Disappointing. Disappointing and nauseating.

I am bisexual. I'm happy to say that, because there is no shame in it. Yet I, and people like me, are not being treated like humans, but more like something the cat accidentally did outside the box and which now needs to be covered over or flushed away. Therefore I don't believe I need to be part of your "entire customer base."

I will be announcing on my online journal, which as of this morning has 1,495 subscribers, that they should not be part of your customer base, either.

If the lowest common denominator is all you cater to, the lowest common denominator is all you will be left with. If you truly think your "entire customer base" is composed of morons and bigots and pearl-clutching ninnies, I am just as glad not to be a part of it, and I suspect my good readers, being people of conscience and intelligence, will agree.

And apparently, your message to us would be "good riddance." That's pretty much the only way I can interpret this flagrant display of bigotry and privilege: as a great, flashing sign that says "FAGS NOT WELCOME."

Well, we're gone, along with all our heterosexual allies; gone until such time as you reverse this disgusting and pointless practice. I look forward to hearing that you have done so.

I also hope that you will be thoughtful enough to provide an apology, since gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgendered people are, in fact, moral human beings with functioning emotions, and who really do not care to have our interests marginalized or swept under the rug like some sort of revolting secret.

If you have an explanation for this pathetic foolishness, I should like to hear that, too. Feel free to respond. I would love to know how you plan to defend this nonsense. Please be very specific about what you fear will happen if people run across GLBT titles in searches and lists. Also, since the literature needs to be hidden away, I would like to know just how dangerous and corrupting and horrible you consider me to be.

Emphatically and disgustedly yours,

Amanda A. Gannon

***

Amazon Rank

Have your Google bomb, you dumb fucks.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Sex)
Amazon has decided that books with gay, lesbian, and feminist content are "adult books," and as such, we need to be protected from them.

When an affected writer asked Amazon about this, he received this in reply:

In consideration of our entire customer base, we exclude "adult" material from appearing in some searches and best seller lists. Since these lists are generated using sales ranks, adult materials must also be excluded from that feature.

Hence, if you have further questions, kindly write back to us.

Best regards,

Ashlyn D
Member Services
Amazon.com Advantage


Here is a list of affected titles.

Amazon searches for "homosexuality" bring up some interesting titles. The very first book to appear is A Parent's Guide to Preventing Homosexuality by Joseph Nicolosi and Linda Ames Nicolosi. Amazon feels this is less harmful?

Dwell on that.

Moving on, Can Homosexuality Be Healed? by Francis MacNutt and You Don't Have to Be Gay: Hope and Freedom for Males Struggling With Homosexuality or for Those Who Know of Someone Who Is by Jeff Konrad also appear within the top ten.

I am with Smart Bitches, Trashy Books: "What, I ask, the fucking fuckhell?"

A link roundup.

Massive thread derail in comments on this Amazon post. Go contribute if you have an account, or simply click "Yes" below the comments to signify that you agree. My comment is at the top of page two, I think.

Amazon customer service email: ecr@amazon.com

Customer service phone: 1-800-201-7575

CEO contact:
Jeffrey Bezos.
1200 12th Avenue South
Seattle, Washington 98144-2734
United States
Phone: 206-266-1000
Fax: 206-622-2405


I wrote them a letter, and will probably write another. Want text? Here, have text:

***

TO: ecr@amazon.com

SUBJECT: Unacceptable, unacceptable, unacceptable.

To whom it may concern,

I am writing to inform you that I will not be ordering from Amazon until such time as you cease excluding GLBT and other "adult" material from appearing in bestseller and search lists, and until their sales rankings have been restored.

I have been very pleased with Amazon until now. This pleasure has been reflected in the amount of money I and my husband spend with Amazon. I'll wait while you go look at the numbers.

Seen them?

You aren't getting any more of it until you start treating us like adults.

Your backwards policies are censoring the appearance GLBT books on bestseller, search, and ranking lists, as well as negative affecting heterosexual adult erotica as well. It is also negatively affecting YA novels that treat with the subject sympathetically -- books that, far from "corrupting," could arguably do a great deal of good to a child suffering a crisis of sexual identity. None of this is acceptable.

You, through someone called "Ashlyn D," claim this is "in consideration for [your] entire customer base."

How utterly revolting, patronizing, and stupid. For shame!

I do not need such consideration. No adult needs such consideration. Are we children? Do squalling infants make up the majority of your customer base? Do you honestly believe that grown men and women need to be protected from the gay and lesbian menace? Are you truly that shortsighted, backwards, and stupid? Disappointing. Disappointing and nauseating.

I am bisexual. I'm happy to say that, because there is no shame in it. Yet I, and people like me, are not being treated like humans, but more like something the cat accidentally did outside the box and which now needs to be covered over or flushed away. Therefore I don't believe I need to be part of your "entire customer base."

I will be announcing on my online journal, which as of this morning has 1,495 subscribers, that they should not be part of your customer base, either.

If the lowest common denominator is all you cater to, the lowest common denominator is all you will be left with. If you truly think your "entire customer base" is composed of morons and bigots and pearl-clutching ninnies, I am just as glad not to be a part of it, and I suspect my good readers, being people of conscience and intelligence, will agree.

And apparently, your message to us would be "good riddance." That's pretty much the only way I can interpret this flagrant display of bigotry and privilege: as a great, flashing sign that says "FAGS NOT WELCOME."

Well, we're gone, along with all our heterosexual allies; gone until such time as you reverse this disgusting and pointless practice. I look forward to hearing that you have done so.

I also hope that you will be thoughtful enough to provide an apology, since gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgendered people are, in fact, moral human beings with functioning emotions, and who really do not care to have our interests marginalized or swept under the rug like some sort of revolting secret.

If you have an explanation for this pathetic foolishness, I should like to hear that, too. Feel free to respond. I would love to know how you plan to defend this nonsense. Please be very specific about what you fear will happen if people run across GLBT titles in searches and lists. Also, since the literature needs to be hidden away, I would like to know just how dangerous and corrupting and horrible you consider me to be.

Emphatically and disgustedly yours,

Amanda A. Gannon

***

Amazon Rank

Have your Google bomb, you dumb fucks.

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