I just don't fucking care anymore. If everything is offensive then nothing is.
At this point I've even told people I know in person that if someone wants to call me racist, a bigot, a "something -phobe or -ist", a nazi. I just don't fucking care. The only response is to laugh at them. Say "ok" then walk away. Their words have no meaning anymore.
I am not afraid of the alphabet mafia. They disgust me. I do not fear you. In my eyes, you are pathetic and useless.
I fucking hate clown world.
The year was 1981. I was 3 years old. I was walking with my dad and we stopped at a corner waiting for the light to change so we could cross the street. A punk came up and stood beside us. He was wearing all denim, had a mohawk and large dangling earrings. I asked my dad "Why is that guy wearing earrings?". My dad made eye contact with him and said very loudly "because he's a faggot". The guy looked away, his face turned red and he was willing the light to change faster. I asked my dad "what's a faggot?". Without missing a beat, my dad pinted right at his head and said "him". The guy ran off in embarrassment.
I miss the days when people could be called out and as long as it wad true, nothing happened to the one calling them out.
Oh, I have a good one like that from a bit over a decade ago. Sadly, its so specific that it would be a dox event. lets just say.. Not everyone puts up with the bullshit even today.
I like your Dad.
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