Hey world. The blog is getting quieter. No surprise. Life is normalizing. Also I'm still out on Workman's comp so day to day is pretty similar.
New DnD campaign has begun. That's been fun.
But... Orlando.
Its no secret. I'm a bisexual feminist Wiccan.
My heart goes out to the victims. My heart aches. I await anxiously word from a friend in Flordia who has a gay sister. They've taken day trips to Orlando before.
It was a hate crime.
Done by a deeply imbalanced individual.
Nothing more. Nothing less. It had nothing to do with his religion. Everything to do with hate.
I have-had a dear friend. I knew him since my freshman year of high school. My first day. We dated for a whole week back then.
He was always a little Red Neck. His dad had a yard of fallen cars littered with Beer Cans. A house that was a huge mess. Gun fanatics.
But the Racism didn't come out till he moved to Texas 5 years ago. It may have been why I shied away from Texas so severely.
I've realized Texas just draws out your inner self, be that good or bad. The one I love is from Texas. I wouldn't change a thing about her.
He went full on gun fanatic. Full on Racist. Hate boner for Muslims.
Today, after Trump tweeted about how this shooting proved him right about Muslims, I asked my friend to disavow him.
He wouldn't. He defended him.
I'm done. It sucks but I tried. I had already unfriended him. Now I have blocked him. On my phone. On Facebook. I will probably write him a final letter. No return address. Or a glitter bomb. Probably a glitter bomb.
It hurts. But I can't. Years of caring don't go away. But his hate trumps (oops) his care about my well being.
Take Care, Orlando. Take Heed, America. United we stand, divided we fall.
We all talk about revolution like it would be Fallout.
Or Walking Dead with less Zombies.
My mother reminded me of Margaret Atwood's "A Handmaid's Tale".
I am legitimately afraid of the future and what it may hold.
I've already talked about guns and Muslims and all that.
Today I just write
Bless.
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