buhhh

I miss blogging.

I post infrequently now because most people only read things on social media and I am loathe to blog on Facebook, because Facebook notoriously censors.  I think we’re all aware that I tend to touch on some rather touchy topics on a regular basis in the most offensive way possible, so the deletion of my content is a very real concern.  While I like the traffic I get on Facebook , I can’t stand the idea that they some outsourced third-world customer service jackass could arbitrarily decide to up and delete everything I’ve collected there because someone got their panties in a bunch because their boyfriend thinks I’m hot.  Not to mention, while they *do* have an option to download all your content, it’s not something that’s quick and simple to do and I’ll never remember to do so regularly (does anyone?).  If I blogged there and was perma-deleted (as opposed to the many times I’ve been “suspended” and deleted but then given my account back), I’d actually stand to lose content.  That is unacceptable.

It seems like most social and semi-social blog tools now cater towards the Twitter generation: short and re-postable.   Not really my style.  I hate Twitter and my updates there are pretty few and far between.  I can’t see the purpose of Tumblr for someone like me who tends to write at length, and though neither of these sites seem to actively censor, I’m just not comfortable with speaking my mind anywhere that I don’t control, regardless.  That says crappy things about our generation(s).

And yes,while  I realize that technically my site is on a space controlled by my webhost, I use Dreamhost, not fucking GoDaddy.  DH would probably die before allowing one of their sites to be censored…and I know that in part because I used to work there.  Plus, one time way back in 1999 or so, some chick complained to Dreamhost and tried to get my site shut down for, I dunno, slander or something else typical of me.  Dreamhost not only laughed at her and said no, they also forwarded her request to me with a “fuck no, we’re fans of yours” note.  I’ve been undyingly loyal to them ever since <3

Still, I sort of miss the privacy allowed by something like Livejournal…there’s a lot of stuff going on that I don’t post here because I can’t really control the audience unless people actually sign up on my site.  Nobody wants to sign up for anything new in the age of FB Connect and I am aware of that.

Does anyone even use LJ anymore?  It seems so cripplingly outdated.

If anyone has a suggestion on a way to blog lengthily, on my own domain, and with customizable viewership…well, I’d be real interested to hear it.


Anxiety.

As a general rule, I am a pretty mellow person.  I’m easy to annoy, but hard to anger (though that anger flares up like a 5-megaton warhead when it appears), and I am rarely ever truly just in a shitty mood.  That might seem odd to people who don’t know me in real life since I tend to only post about sex and anger, but nevertheless it’s true.

The last few months, though, have showed an uncomfortable trend in myself.  As is the way with gradual changes, it’s not something I’ve really noticed all at once.  First it was just sort of being more uncomfortable around people than usual, then this sense of overheating, nervous tremors, muscle tension and occasional spasm, impatience beyond my normal lack thereof, major sleep problems, and now this feeling like I’ve had too much caffeine even if I haven’t had anything with caffeine in it that day.  I’ve also been incredibly antisocial and even less motivated than usual.  I view the idea of going out with a certain amount of stress.

Basically, I’m suffering from anxiety with no specific cause.  I’m not usually prone to that so that’s a bit weird for me, but I guess the events of the last 6 months, and the fallout of the previous year, have sort of cumulatively left me in something of a fucked up state.  It’s nothing super major, but it is uncomfortable as hell.  Medicating it out of existence is out of the question as I generally avoid medication (except sleep meds, because for my entire life I have never been able to sleep during normal hours), and anti-anxiety medication, when taken for too long, tends to lead to…anxiety!  Isn’t that some fucked up shit?  :O

So as of this week I’m going to try wearing myself out.  I recently bought 10 introductory courses to Krav Maga, so I’ll start doing that.  Physically draining myself, and perhaps watching my diet somewhat, will probably clear my head and milk some of the pent up aggression in me.  God, I hate being active, I’d much prefer to lie about being a lazy antisocial fuck  in my free time.  But, such is life.  Cuz seriously, this anxiety shit is for the birds.


Anyone that thinks women are bitches should try dating men sometime.

Seriously.  I ain’t even mad, just annoyed.  Like ok, delete me off Facebook in a hissy when I tell you I don’t want to see you anymore.  That’s fine, whatever, expected behavior.  Add me back later, ok, that’s expected behavior also.  Past is past, everybody is friendly, all good.  But then delete me AGAIN and be all pissy because you got butthurt over a sarcastic comment on my part (which was – and I quote – “ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT”) and you’re just being a little girl, dude.

Funny how the ones that play off being the least sensitive always turn out to be the biggest bitches.  I tend to wrongfully assume that won’t be the case, maybe because I’m personally not that sensitive and it’s not at all feigned on my part so I assume everyone has the capability to man up.  My bad.  But omfg, dudes are always like “BAWWWWWW my tortured past, it hurts me up my ass in my most tenderest areas!  Also, excuse me while I fuck you shallowly and then wonder why you don’t appreciate getting nailed with the first 1/3 of my already unimpressive man-steel.”  Man, whoever is telling you the “just the tip” method is pleasurable is lying to you.  Between your endless fail whining and my cervix feeling terribly alone when you were around, I had a pretty good case for issuing a cease-and-desist order.  Nothing personal, except that it totally is.  Now you’re a bitch on top of it.

Well whatever, I ditched that dude in November anyway. I just hate thinking that everything is cool and then at the slightest provocation, BAWWWWWWWWW!!!

ugh

gggodddd men are such embarrassing faggots sometimes.


ARRGH

My epic sexual frustration is matched only by my utter disinterest in every man around me.  I haven’t had more than a passing fancy in anyone in what feels like forever, and passing fancies do not equate to a regular, fulfilling sex life.  I actually think this is the longest I’ve gone without a solid sex life since…as long as I can remember off the top of my head.  It is driving me fucking nuts (but not nuts enough to do anything regrettable, so don’t hold your breath, nerds).

The Death Machine is visiting on mid-tour leave in about a month and a half.  I am completely looking forward to a solid 10 days of one-man gangrape.  And you know, I am willing to bet that my soft, utterly out of shape self will give that lean, hungry, in-his-prime soldier a neck and neck run for his money in the stamina department.  I’m not one for exercise or doing much of anything on a physical level if I can help it, but I seem to be able to maintain incredible amounts of sexual energy around someone I’m starving for.  It’s only when I’m disinterested that I get lazy and wear out.  Mmm-mmm.  If I’m not sore and bruised for a week after he leaves, then we did it wrong.

A little while ago I updated Twitter saying, “love and sex, I wish I could get you in bed together again.”  That’s true.  I never seem to have the opportunity to really foster an involvement with someone anymore (partially due to the fact that I have not gotten involved with anyone who lived in the same state as me for half a year), and I miss the long lazy days in bed when you know you have all the time in the world to get to know each other.  In the short term, given the choice between emotional development and straight up full on beastfucking I’ll take the sexual option every time, but it’s really not optimal.  I want something that will develop and actually last as opposed to being quick and dirty and gone.  Lacking that, though…bring on the friction burn.