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Sunday, 8 June 2014

A Sunday rant

I feel a RANT coming on!
Maybe it's the Lockup marathon on MSNBC I've been watching but I'm feeling irate about the world and the shit people do and say. That's not new but I can't always channel all that anger into this blog or people would think I'm totally psycho. Also I don't always have time to write when there's a bee in my bonnet.

FIRST OF ALL and this one may be make some say WTF but this is my fucking blog and you are welcome to write your own WTF blog. 



If you know me, my bestest friend I've ever had in my whole life and the only one I know will be by my side no matter what is gay. Ok that's just him like saying, "my best friend is a heterosexual." Well he would most likely call me a breeder but that's really a joke between me and my bestie.

If the subject of sexuality comes up, and I'm talking about my best friend I will absolutely mention that he is gay. But I rarely just say "John's gay" I'm more likely to say "my best friend and his boyfriend" and let people figure it out on their own. 

What drives me crazy is people "bragging" about having gay friends. It's like they think they won the tolerance prize and almost wear that gay as an accessory. 

This weekend is pride and I'd love to be celebrating with my bromosexuals, but living an hour away and having to return a few hours later doesn't make it easy to show up at the parade and inevitably end up in the beer gardens. 

This time of year is when everyone wants to brag about having a gay friend. Suddenly a gay aquiantence becomes their "gay bestie" and you hear the word gay gay gay over and over again and Facebook is just an awkward place to be. 

He's your FRIEND not your GAY FRIEND.

That pisses me off. You know these people put the G word in front of the word friend want to:

1) look cooler because if a gay man will be seen with your ugly ass you must be beautiful. This just simply is not true.

2) Make you believe you are not a bigoted piece of shit. You could very well be full of hate but use one "normal gay guy" as your mask of tolerence. I hate hearing that word out of self named "fruit flies."
By the way the word is defined as:

tol·er·ate
ˈtäləˌrāt/
verb
  1. allow the existence, occurrence, or practice of (something that one does not necessarily like or agree with) without interference.
    "a regime unwilling to tolerate dissent"
    synonyms:allowpermitcondoneaccept,swallowcountenanceMore
    • accept or endure (someone or something unpleasant or disliked) with forbearance.
      "how was it that she could tolerate such noise?"
      synonyms:endure, put up with, beartake,standsupportstomach, deal with


Ok now of course there is the flip side where all you can sometimes hope for is "tolerance". I get it. But I have been working with, friends with and around gay men for a long time, and haven't seen one straight man outwardly discriminate against a gay man once. There has been the rare one who made cruel jokes about a gay man behind his back, but no more than women deemed sluts or fat or fat sluts or "weird" guys that look like they sit in front of a computer jacking off all day and wash their hair once a month... People will find a way to make jokes or discriminate about just about anyone. 

I think overall today's society is pretty blind to things like ones sexuality, but if you ask me "tolerence" is not the word I want to hear used. I don't know what I'd rather hear but "tolerating" isn't enough. 

We need to blend together without worrying about who likes to suck dick and who doesn't. It's really no ones motherfucking business anyways.

Ah that feels good. Seriously though now people, can we just relax and stop making people wear labels? It's bullshit.

I myself have been labeled by a few people here and there for my penchant for heavy metal music. It's almost like a stigma. Here's a list of the things people have said to me about my taste in music and my response to it:

1) How can you listen to that isn't it mostly just noise?
 
"I don't like noise, I like music."

Then they get a scared look on their faces and say:

2) But aren't all the lyrics about death, mutilation, murder and satan? I can't even understand what they are screaming!

"I thought you couldn't understand what they are saying?"

3) aren't  all the lyrics super negative and angry?

"Yeah I'm sure some of em are, but I'm not exactly there to read too deeply into the lyrics, I like virtuoso musicianship and some of today's best musicians play metal, and a band could have lyrics about baby killing but if the guitarist can shred ill probably buy their record."

This next one actually made me mad, and this is a real quote from an ignoramus who will remain nameless:

4) You are what you listen to and if you listen to "negative" music you are a negative person. 

"So if you listen to douchey music, or fake music with no real instruments, does that make you a fake douche?"

Infortunately in that persons case they really were the music they listened to.

What about people who listen to gangsta rap more than anything else? These people have no business saying shit all about metal lyrics. A lot of the music they listen to is about pimping, selling drugs, killing people and objectifying women, so what does that make them if their music defines who they are as a person?

Overall my taste in music doesn't affect most people's opinion about what kind of person I am, but some actually define me by my taste in music. Get over it. Some of my music you may really not like, but how in fuck is that my problem? There's no need to confront me on it. Its not I listen to metal to piss you off. I ask that you shut the fuck up and keep it to yourself what horrible negative music I listen to, and go troll somewhere useful, like the westboro baptist church of zealots or something. But you probably are a wannabe member of that cult if you hate my music that much.
 
Oh I dislike a lot of music myself, but never have written off an entire genre because of a few horrible representatives.  I don't love ALL metal ever written just as I don't love all classical music I've played on my violin. It is all completely subjective. I have songs from all kinds of genres. I have Leonard Cohens discography and know all his songs. I have some Dolly, some Mariah, some Yokam, even some Britney. All serve their purpose in my iTunes library.

One genre I believe has become totally bastardized and pretty much ruined is country music. It used to be about pure and stunning vocals and fun inventive fiddle, and deep guitar you can feel in your gut, something could affect your emotions and make you feel at home, but today's country is the worst shit on the planet I'm sorry. Some country singers are mixing rap and pop and then throwing a dash of "rock n roll" on top of it, and I shudder when I hear Toby Keith's voice. And when I see his face I shudder again.

I hate it, but you'll never hear me start a debate with all "new" country music fans about their choice in music. Just because you listen to music that is pretty much all about chevys, women in tight jeans and 
Red solo cups doesn't mean you are a redneck Toby Keith wannabe. Or does it?
Maybe those ignorant idiots want to be Toby Keith and sing like tools but that ain't my problem. 

I really don't give a shit enough to slap labels on people's foreheads. It takes time and zeal which I just do not have. I can think of better ways to spend my time. What matters to me is the quality of the person inside the T shirt of their favorite band, regardless of the genre. 

That's my moral message for the year. 
May you listen to whatever you want and have sex with whoever you want. Just no barnyard animals, children or dead people. There's no way I can "tolerate" that.


-E. 















































































Tuesday, 28 May 2013

My name is Hex, not Grace

HEX IN THA HOUSE!!!

Slighted intoximacated! I fuckin deserve it because I finished my studies of my first course and all the moodle quizzes with a 90% and booked my final today in a month
!

It's a celebration bitches!


This one has been on my phone a while and since I am apparantly posted wine memes it's going up.


YES IT'S IN FRENCH, YOU'LL HAVE TO GOOGLE IT! :)

This is from tonight, my dad gave a me a bottle of a nice wine I enjoyed after finally finishing up all the notes before review and enjoy the mark I have right now- then there's the final... GAHHH

SO BOTTOMS UP WEIRDOS AND QUEERS!

NOW TIME FOR A LITTLE ANIMOSITY!

SHIT MY NAME IS HEX NOT GRACE, THIS ISN'T A PLACE WHERE WE... I MEAN I CENSOR.

BOTTOM LINE.

Now if you don't feel like listening to my bit of anger than change the channel and read a "family blog."

I'm a weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee bit pissed off still about my lay off. 
I get this is business this is how it works, but I can be as mad as I want about it, it was my career, it was something I built for myself starting at the coffee shop counter and it gave me a sense of purpose. 

I found my niche in the business and felt great doing my job just about everyday. My father leaves for his illness and I was immediately given the chop, get your shit and go, there were outright lies circulating about me that hurt my feelings and left me feeling betrayed by people I wanted to further the business with, make this more than about great food and service, make it special, make it memorable. I believe I accomplished that in my time there and so I don't look back like I did the job inconsistently, EVEN when I was sick myself and was only there 3 days a week.

Everyone lets me get two words of frustration in before they say  
FUCK EM! Don't worry about it, don't let it stress you.

Oh I reassure you it is not entirely stress because of course some of it is, you unexpectedly lose your job after 4 years, THERE IS GOING TO BE STRESS but it is mostly anger and bitterness, which I am allowed to have as long as I want.

The psyche can only stir angrily for so long before it costs you health and energy and vitality, but whats wrong with having a slam fest after the fact regardless of what you can do about it, you can let your anger pile burn a little while.
Ain't no shame.

This is an anger that pushes me forward, pushes me to be BETTER.

WHY IN HELL would I let my sad and angry feelings go by the wayside just to be "positive"?
Well fuck no, positive is how I live my life most days, in between:

Cancer.
Dealt with that like a champ.
Marriage failure.
Didn't let it stop me.
My fathers health.
Staying strong as I can for him.

Laid off.
It won't stop me either and I will be better, but my primary focus is SCHOOL and I am not working on a degree for 10 fucking years. 

I may be 29 but I deserve a chance to be left alone about not working full time or in anything serious as a profession WHY? Because I a student now.
That's why.
Not even life will throw me off the track I'm really on, I will accomplish my dream and no one can stop me, nothing can stop me.

For a few weeks after something hard there is a seething, and either you let it burn inside to only fuck you over more OR you let it loose, not only with loose lips and fuck this guy and fuck that guy I hate this and that and the other thing, LIARS!

I channel my anger well, I have kept up an active lifestyle and if I start crying anger firery tears of hell bitch on wheels with an appetite for flesh in killing mode I go for a run, kick a soccer ball and pretend its so and so's balls.

Feels good.
I will ride out the wave and then I'll be fine.
Sometimes people don't understand it, and that is ok.
It is a good coping mechanism for me, exactly why I head to a metal show and crowd surf or a get a tattoo after something crazy and hard, I always do. 

I can wear the tattoos and hold the memories of my killing of the dead horse again as my badge of honour.

So what's this entry, 
POSITIVE?
NEGATIVE?
DRUNKEN?

A little of all the above my friends.

So yeah I would go kick boxing for more anger assault fantasies but my right leg isn't ready for that. It has improved a lot with physio and fitness but I am SOOOOOO not there yet, hence the soccer ball being assholes balls or bitches heads.

BOOOOOM! THAT'S THE SOUND OF MY SHOTTA!!!

Like I said, my name is Hex not Grace, and I'll be as crass as needed, hint about black magic to look crazy and make up very mean songs about the people who tossed me away.
They should feel lucky, I am using my sweet sweet vocal cords to dedicate Westboro baptist church style parodies that are obviously NOT "Baptist" in the least.

(If you wanna know why I hate that Church so much just google it.)

Getting anger out is fucking inmotherfukingportant godfuckingdammmmmmitttttt dirtyjesus onthe fucking crosssssss!
Whooo that was ruuuude!


Do whatever you have to that won't put you or anyone else you know in a vehicle with a spinning light on the top of it, do it in your mind, draw disturbing pictures in a childlike way to get your psycho out, because I believe if you hold it in, in will rot away at your internally and it will kill you.

There is a place to stop and that comes naturally.
I think people should heed my warning so they don't end up in the news and everyone who knew them goes:

HE/SHE SEEMED SO NORMAL! 
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?
THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE THAT PERSON AT ALL!

Well that person kept it festering inside instead of firing off a few glass bottles against a wall or fantasizing about molotov cocktails.

There you go. Logic and reasoning from a half cut poor excuse for a writer!

TAKE CARE AND LOVE TO ALL YOU SHINY SHINY DARLINGS.

I leave you with an inspiring song that I like to parody, if you bring me a bottle of wine I might sing it for ya, however I want to spin it that day.


-E.

Friday, 13 April 2012

It's Friday, I'm blogging and drinking CIDER! (And Dr. Phillin')

FRIDAAAAAAYYY THE 13TH WHOOOOOO!!!




I made it through my first week back to full time, all day in heels dealing with the public full on-
well, just barely. 
I'm loving it though and can't wait to do it again next week!!!
Some think that's weird, I think it's awesome.
I feel like I can work hard and make things happen, do MY JOB all the way.

Maybe even more than before all the cancer and whatnot.

So I had a great and productive week, but I have to admit I want a little couch-ing.
My husband is out with co-workers who are being laid off, (he's of course NOT being laid off cause he is a no-bullshit and make it pretty, no mickey mousin' around kind of man/electrician, that's my man) and last I spoke with him he said he was hiding under a table waiting to punch someone in the balls, so I said,

"Ok, honey luvinz, just be home by 3 am and no drunk driving. Have fun KISSES."

He was like "Well gee, thanks love!"

So we are doing different things tonight, but that's ok for us.
I could join him if I wanted, but I'm lazy and it's raining, and there is Cider here.

Not trying to brag here, ok well a little, we have a good balance of time together and time apart, I find the biggest thing about this is trust. I know girls and guys who get several "when are you coming home whine whine whine" calls all night, like these people can't let their partners enjoy some time with friends! Like WTF is their issue? Get a tissue. And let your love have fun and TRUST THEM.

(Unless they have given you a serious reason to MISTRUST them, in that case, dumpable, divorcable and a waste of your time sweetheart, mmmmmmkaaayyy????) 

*snaps fingers wildly*

BULLSHIT!!!

When I was younger (in another relationship) and I fell to that-spending all your time, ALL your free time with the girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, wife, whatevers, and I didn't find this to be healthy for me, as an individual. There is nothing that says to love your souls must become one or move in tandem to the beat of the more dominant partners drum. That is the truth of those types of relationships, there is one laying down the law and the other going with it. Where people stop calling friends, family, anyone, just being in a bubble with their baby.

Well I think that's just not right, and so does my wonderful HUZ!!! 
It's cool to take Friday to hang out with friends, I'll take Tuesday to laze around at the Gay Palace-
aka John Jer and Seth's pad-
and maybe sometimes Matt will come later on, or not, it's cool.

Matt and I get our quality time together, and our day to day stuff too.

Things are just normal and good for me and him as a couple, I am very satisfied with the way we get to be together and with friends and together with friends.

Now here's a major pet peeve I have about some people in relationships-

People who are different people in front of their significant other IN FRONT of Friends or family.

Now what the hell is with that?

You gotta wonder what is being hid, or why the TRUE PERSONALITY of this person is muted, or amped, I just think that if someone can't transition naturally around different social circles and relationships and feel the need to carry masks around, they are probably either insecure or just don't have their own minds, that's my harsh no guff opinion. 

I've had a couple Growers Cider, delicious Saskatoon berry.

That berry is almost worth moving to Saskatchewan.... OR NOT.


Any who, that's my opinion, I can say it because it's my blog.

And if you want to disagree with me that being in a baby-baby love mush bubble
 ALLLLLL THE TIME 
"IS PERFECTLY HEALTHY FOR US"

Fine, I can't imagine how hard it it to say that to yourself everyday.


You know, PERSONALLY.

Most of the couples I've know to cut off friends for lovers and were wayyyy too co-dependant didn't last.

So maybe that's back to another issue.... trust! (that's your issue.)

Look at me, a couple ciders and I'm Dr. Fucking Phil!

Then there is the whole "Stockholm Syndrome" in couples, the co-dependancy can mix with a deep resentfulness of their partner, who may even be a tormenter, abusive in some way, unhealthy people who are victimized by their OWN PARTNERS and stay for ridiculous reasons- BUT MOSTLY BECAUSE THEY ARE SCARED.


I've seen many a Stockholm relationship, and now I shake my head.


Ok, enough Dr. Philling.




RANDOM NOTES OF IMPORTANCE/INSIGNIFICANCE




Interesting fact: 
During Interferon my vision seemed to get all weird, I thought it was getting worse but then I discovered I could see better without glasses, and stopped wearing them.


Of course I was having headaches during treatment, like constantly, but the glasses didn't help and I figured I needed to make an eye appointment.


While too lazy to this, I simply lived most of the year without needing glasses at all, and not ever really noticing.


I suppose that's the LOOK ON THE BRIGHTSIDE! IT SUPER POWERED YOUR EYESIGHT!



Well, almost a month off this shit and the eyes are back to normal, had to wip out my +1.50's to read, see TV without eye hurting, and blogging to all of you wonderful kitties.




Best part of these cheap/ free readers I have is THEY HAVE LIGHTS!!!!


(For reading menus in romantic restaurants over 40, usually, but YES, I have these!)


And I actually really like them. Put em on and the headache is GONZO.


Weird.


Well, I suppose I better go get the ol' peepers checked, see what new damage or whatever is up with them and of course pay a shitload for a new pair, alll because of a little ASTIGMATISM. Whatever the hell that means, basically my cornea is shaped like football in that eye.


Whatevs.


Soccer ball, football, medicine ball, see if I give a meow.


I am definitely going to sing karaoke soon, sudden realization.


I think I'll sing this song:


http://youtu.be/sHQ_aTjXObs


No one or nothing can take my love for Skynyrd baby.






ALL THAT YOU NEED IS IN YOUR SOUL.


ANOTHER RANDOM YET SOMEWHAT DISTURBING FACT:


They swabbed my "wounds" last week and it came back a bacterial flesh infection.


Like Staph- like, flesh eating disease.


It took me a day to even realize the seriousness of that, and so happy for pushing my way into the Dermatologist's office.


If I hadn't gone to get on antibiotics I'd probably have flesh falling off of me and be in the hospital, who the hell knows, but that was a real wake up call, not like I haven't had enough of those wake up calls or whatever in the last while, but it was slightly- ok quite alarming, but the crisis seems to be averted on the catching of it early on before I am being eaten away.


Doc thinks I may need another round of antibiotics to fully clear this infection, but it has already gotten like, maybe 75% better with the cocktail I am taking for this.


The strange vinegary brew I have had to bathe in- and it's a strange thing, I have issues with baths- so it's easier to sponge bath it more concentrated on instead, which has helped with the general burny pain it had going, it was soooo ouchyyy, so I am a much happier kitten with the strange bath powder.


NOW NOBODY WORRY! I AM TAKING CARE OF MYSELF AND HEALING NICELY!!!






Now for CAMERA WHOORING WITH SALEM!!!!



MY 3 INCHES OF BLOOD SHIRT I SCORED CHEAP BY BEING A LOUD MERCH BOOTH MENACE!!! YAY FOR BEING FUELED ON BOOZE AND HEAVY METAL!!! 



SALEM! MY BATHROOM BOY!!!
He loves to hang out on the counter and get loves while I preen or just gaze into my own eyes.






Salem deciding to get in the sink



What a momma's boy, posing with his mummy!!! 
Dirty Mirror!



 Sitting in the sink, watching mama do that myspace mirror photo thing.









Wide eyed CHOWEEE!!!!


So that's a wrap, I can't sit here blogging to all of you shiny pretty things alllll night, I have some strange internet trolling and channel surfing to do, and prepare for my husband to arrive who knows when drunk and overly affectionate. Maybe I'll catch a marathon of some junky show, or maybe I'll actually learn something by watching a documentary on PBS, or the documentary channel, shit maybe I'll even watch IFC. 


SNAP PRIMETIME "WHAT WOULD YOU DO" Is on, I love a good ol' American Social experiment, done ABC STYLE!


GOTTA GO!


SO MUCH MEOW!


AND LOVE!


-E.