Locker Room Talk and the approaching apocalypse..I mean, election.

Do you people (and you probably have no idea who you are) seriously hate Women and PoC and our poor and our soldiers and our disabled and our children this much? Are you this fucking clueless? Do you really give that little of a fuck about us? Are you seriously so fucking frightened about the possibility of the oppression of equality that you're okay with The Orange One being SUCH a douchebag, such a nightmare, being systematically horrible, seemingly going down a to-do list of What Not To Say When Running for Public Office Or Just Being A Decent Human Being. He's just checking shit off a giant Let's Piss 'Em All Off list. Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?! You people GLORIFY that horror!

My body parts are NOT up for grabs. I give precisely NO shits who you are or who you think you are. My size, my shape, my skin colour, my educational level, my income, any of the other things you think you can categorise me according to...none of those matter. None decrease my value and none will mitigate my rage. And don't you fucking DARE tell me I shouldn't be offended by 'locker room talk'. Or anything else, quite frankly. *I* get to decide what offends me, you sanctimonious asshole.

Do you not understand that Herr Orange doesn't give a shit about YOU? You white men and women who think he's going to somehow change your world for the better? That he's going to "make America great again"? None, that's how much of a shit he gives for anything or anyone beyond his own brand. Does he actually have to walk up and dickpunch you for it to sink in? Wake the FUCK up! If he's given the power, he's going to mow you down like the disposable pissants he thinks we all are.

*stomps off to rage*

Fuck you all. You assholes.

Webinox 2015

It's that time of the year again. Another Webinox has come and now passed, and we've been given this beautiful tabula rasa on which to paint our days. Schmoop and I spent a peaceful day together. Just being together, enjoying each other, being a couple and spending some time alone. Our home is so busy and time moves so quickly. We spent the night up in the foothills at a sweet B&B that was so incredibly quiet. There were no kids, no tappytappy pets needing attention, no fingers on keyboards, no fishtank burbling just........quiet. So quiet we found ourselves almost whispering most of the time.

I found myself reflecting that, for as much as it seems like each day is a struggle, that finances are tight, that work schedules are long and frustrating, in many ways we have so much, Our home is small, but we found space not only to adopt our Petunia this year, but also to bring Ron's bonus son to live with us while he works toward making his life better. We have a roof over our heads and warmth and dinners together at the table. We laugh, we have friends, and we love. And when it comes right down to it, what more is there really?

My hope for all of us, for this shiny new year, is that we continue to have this abundance. That our homes stretch to fit more love, that our hearts stretch to fit more hope, and that our hands stretch to reach someone else's.

I love you. Thanks for being in the world.