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fFFF I think I lied about posting more here, just so you know. blah blah uni is kicking my ass. We had an interesting discussion today about gender roles, and I might have expressed the problems I had, because I wasn't a traditional "girl" playing with dolls and not trucks or whatever, and how that affected me going into primary school. It was strange that the people most sexist against women WERE the women. It made me vaugely pissy for a bit there, but I got over that fairly quickly. La la la lame. I don't even know why I got so riled up.

I think it's just that the glass ceiling there is not shattered because we perpetuate the whole thing. The genders? Not that different. Girls don't HAVE to play with dolls, and boys ARE allowed to cry. it's not the end of the world if someone's gay, straight, bi, a-sexual or pansexual. Gender shouldn't matter, although it does. I just can't fathom why.

So I started at uni today! I might be posting more here, mainly because this is the place I go when I actually feel like expressing myself without getting worried about who sees it. My family and friends don't know I have this, except for a few.

SO.

Expect more annoying posts about crap.

THE GAYS. THEY ARE COMING D: D: D:

Dear World,

Gay people are not trying to take you over.* The queers are not going to ruin your television. Having a gay couple on a show will not alienate most of your viewers, so shut up. I'm sick to death of people saying that having a gay element to anything makes it controversial. It's like saying that the straight chick is going to make the madi gras a horrible experience. We can be in each other's cultures and not try to kill each other! Cut everyone some slack.

Love, me.

_{* Although it would be great if queers ruled the earth, because everyone would get better cocktails and excellent television.}

I think yesterday I morphed from thinking of Beating Drums As a fic to Beating Drums as a book.

It was a slightly scary experience. I've started actually taking a proper interest in where things are going, and it's making me anxious. The only reason I actually WANT it to be a book is so I can present my friend with a copy and go "here".

Because I fucking adore her, and I wouldn't be writing this if it wasn't for her.

So.

The end.

In which I remember I actually have this thing.

Whoops.

There's been some fairly huge life changes though. I guess the main one is that I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis .

Which is fun! Only not. I've got a mild form, and I will admit that I forgot about this blog WAAAAY before then (because I am lame, as the name suggests) but I will make more of an effort to update this bloody thing.

And I've been wallowing in self pity and generally been less fun to be around. It is no wonder that my friends have all gone "nope, want none of that lazy, sad bitch" and fucked off for a while. <3 ilugais. The ones that matter have stuck around.

BUT. BUT. BUT. I AM. Fuck, I dunno. Tired. Awake, even though I wanna pass out. I dipped my sleeve in my soup earlier today by mistake and that was the most exciting thing to happen to me today. hooray.

Going now. <3