Cut It Out

Alright, so there is no catalyst for this particular rant. No one said anything. It has nothing to do with the media or recent blahblah. Just my feels.

So, yes, equal rights for marriage should be a thing. Everyone should be able to get married to whomever they choose. It's not up to the government to say otherwise. Whether the bible or the Qur'an or the book of Dr. Seuss says gays are sinful, it is not up to the government to agree with that and use that as their back up. Separation of church and state, right? (If I'm misquoting, please let me know.) I mean, witches can get married and we used to be burned in the town square. So yes, equal marriage rights for all. Equal rights in general for all. Blahblah, hurray hurrah.

Now, my issue is with extremists on both ends of the spectrum: gay, straight, bi, asexual, and whatthefuckever. DO NOT tell others to change themselves just because you like it. And yeah, I'm pretty much telling people off for being who they are. But they are hating on others who aren't like them. Straights hating on gays. Gays hating on straights. Gays hating on asexuals or the sexless. Everyone hating on everyone else. Really. And yes, this does happen. Quite often actually. Gays angry at straights, and even straights angry at straights. Girls will bash a straight guy because he won't blow another dude. Calling him close-minded and such. Seriously? FUCKING SERIOUSLY!? No one is allowed to have preferences anymore? No one can have what they want without being criticized for it?

Tell me if this sounds familiar:
Straight Guy: "Ew. You like dick? But dude, you should like pussy. I mean, pussy is great. Every dude likes pussy."
Gay Guy: "No, sorry, I like other guys."
SG: "KILL IT WITH FIRE!"

Pretty exaggerated, but common, right?

Now how about this?
Straight Girl: "Ew. You like vagina? But dude, you should like dick. I mean, dick is great. Every dude likes dick."
Straight Guy: "No, sorry, I like girls."
SGirl: "KILL IT WITH FIRE!"

Seems a bit more likely, right? Not so common, but no one bats an eyelash. They just go, "Oh, well, he should be more open-minded." And if it was turned on a girl by straight guys? "Well, that's just sexual harassment and sexism. Not all girls are lesbians or bisexual. Guys just like seeing that stuff 'cause they're gross." NO! You want tolerance for all? Then tolerate all! Tolerate the straights as well as the gays, bisexuals, asexuals, genderless, etc. Don't just fucking pick and choose. You can't call out for deletion of double standards and then have one of your own. Fuckin' hypocrite.

So, what's today's lesson,  children? "Don't be a twat!" Yaaaaaay.

Shit's Gettin' Heavy

Alright, so as you know, I've been depressed. Clinically diagnosed with severe depression. Tried out meds. Tried out therapies. Tried some self-motivation shit. And you know what? I still feel fucked up. I find that no matter what I try to fix myself with, something else comes up. I feel useless, so I get rats (which I've wanted for a long time, but I did something about it to help myself). Now, I feel like people are ignoring me. Or they don't like me. Or some other whiny baby bullshit.

I frequent Gaia Online; I've got lots of online friends and RL friends. And they talk to me, sometimes. But lately? I feel rather butthurt. I spark up a conversation, and either it never picks up or fizzles out after two words. I don't think my bad mood is oozing out. I mean, how can you even tell past "hi, how is everyone" that I'm mopey? It's online. There's no body language. There's no shifty eye shit or scuffling of feet. Granted, if it were real life, that would all be present. But that's why I'm confining myself to online. And yeah, I probably do need to get out and be with real folks. But tell me, how do I do that? No car. No money for the bus. Introverted (socializing IRL takes a lot outta me). And folks have lives now. I could do sleep overs (sexy pillow fights possibly included), but everyone's got shit to do. I'm the only one dragging my feet and crying about it.

I've looked for a job. I've tried video games. I've tried movies and television series. I've tried reading books. I've tried it all. Jobs never call back. I've beaten all my video games (or the MC server isn't up). I've watched all the movies and series I like. I've read all my books. So, what now? Do I suck it up and deal? Tough titty to Wolf? Probably. But that's what this blog thingie here is for. For me to complain and you guys to read.

On the bright side, boyfriend and I (he'll be referred to as Kitty, Master, or Alpha) went to Starship. It's an adult store. Got some goodies~ That made me a happy woofie.

Gettin' to Know Me

So, I wanted to just jump right into this with how I've been feeling lately, but seeing as how this is public, there might be some of you who read this and go "who da fuq be dis bitch?" Well, I'll fill you in a bit.

Ya'll can call me Wolf. Yes, I said ya'll. I'm from Georgia, here in the States. I don't have a southern accent, but I love how certain southern words just roll from the tongue, so I use them. Don't like it? Tough titty. (I'll say this a lot~) Born in the year o' 1992, in January. No need for the exact day, you'll find out or it won't matter. I'm biracial (white and black). Mom's half irish-half polish and my dad is black with some native american mixed in somewhere. So, you'll most likely hear a bit of what you might consider racism. Yeah, I make generalizations, but often times they are well desired. And I'm well aware there are outstanding individuals in awesomeness and stupidity. (Don't like it? Tough titty.) Mom's a successful business woman. Dad's a stripper. Yep, interesting mix, eh?

I've gone to college, dropped out due to severe depression, hope to return, yaddayadda. I studied zookeeping. The actual name of the major is Captive Wildlife Care & Education. Really wish I didn't leave, but I was doing shitty, so I had to change somethin'. Left some awesome people behind (you folks know who you are), but I still keep in touch.

I have a boyfriend who was born in March o' 1986. Yep, he's older. Don't like it? (You should know the rest by now.) We've been together since February of 2008 and we're still going strong. So please, keep your "he's too old for you!" "what does your mother have to say about it?!" "ewww he's a pedo" to yourself. My mother knows. My father knows. His parents know. We've met (and fucked) plenty of times. He lives about thirty minutes away (after moving to Atlanta from Chicago for me) and we see each other often. Sounds pretty healthy, right? So shut the fuck up.

We're also into the BDSM scene. So he's my boyfriend, lover, future-husband, and Master. Yep, I'm a pet/slave/bitch/slut/whatever other term you know of. And no, he didn't force me into it. I was into it before he came along, trust me. So, I'll most definitely be talking about kinky shit too. Tough titty.

Hmmm, what else. I wanna work with wolves and cheetahs when I finally get the chance. I've volunteered at a wolf refuge in New Hampshire. I'm a Furry (not an animal-fucker, thank you very much; human cock is so much more appetizing). I've got one full brother and several half-siblings thanks to my slutty father. I'm very brash and honest. So, if you ask me something, chances are I'm going to be truthful and a little hurtful to some softies. Don't like it, don't read it. I'm rather in your face (if you haven't noticed). And that will often be seen in my opinions that I post.


So, what's the point of my words and thoughts and blurgh being here? Well, I need a place to vent. A public place (because I like attention, fuck you) where people can choose to read and comment or choose to ignore it. I also want to talk to new faces and meet new folks. What better way than putting myself out there all publicly and getting some responses? Well, maybe going to the mall, but there's creepers there. Ick. So, I'll be bitching, moaning, griping, crying, celebrating, rejoicing, raging, and yelling in your faces here. So, prepare yourself. And join me~