(Warning: my ranty pants are on.) Well, the nutjobs are at it again. There’s an article making the rounds on Facebook scaring people into thinking there’s a UN treaty that’s an end-run around the 2nd Amendment. Click here to read
Guys, you want to know why women ignore you? THIS SHIT HERE.
(I know this doesn’t apply to all guys.) Guys, you think it’s innocent, a hello, a cute comment. Watch this and think if it was your daughter, or your sister, or your mother, or your girlfriend or wife going through
Dear Traditional Publishers: It’s literally the nose on your face.
I’m sick and tired. SICK…and…TIRED. People bitching about Amazon (aka the ‘Zon) and their market share. Trad-pubs fighting tooth and nail to keep an archaic and unsustainable business model artifically afloat despite it not being profitable. There’s a REALLY easy
Well, some people just refuse to hear the truth.
A follow-up from my blog post yesterday where I took on yet another radical feminist who insists that all BDSM is abuse, regardless of consent or not. Apparently, the blogger doesn’t like hearing the truth, that the examples they used
Yet another one where I take on radical feminists’ views about BDSM.
Oh, look. Someone on the Interwebz is having a butthurt cow about consensual BDSM practices. It’s an older article, but one I was only pointed toward just today. *sigh* http://liberationcollective.wordpress.com/2013/01/27/bdsm-is-violence-against-women Here’s my response to them, because I seriously doubt they’ll let
Consensual non-consent, rape play, and stay the hell out of my bedroom.
Cara Sutra has THE best blog I’ve ever read about summarizing CNC (consensual non-consent play, AKA rape play) in BDSM. DEFINITELY a must-read. You can take my rape fantasy when you non-consensually prise it from my kink dependent mind. The
Warning: Driver’s License Ranty-Pants Blant
It is, no shit, easier to obtain a concealed carry permit in Florida than to renew your driver’s license, if you don’t have a passport and haven’t renewed your license since 2010. Guess what I had to do today? Guess
Fargo Episode 1 – my blant.
*Spoiler Alert* You have been warned thusly, and so begins my blant (blog+rant). It’s taken me a week to process how I feel about episode one of Fargo (on FX, episode two is on tonight). Yes, I realize it’s not
Dear Schick: Screw you, you clueless twits.
Dear makers of Schick Quattro for Women, For some reason, you seem to think that the planet’s women are either richer than Scrooge McDuck, or pre-pubescent teenaged girls who don’t care about function over form. For the record, I neither
o_O Uh, say what?
Apparently, there is growing (and well-deserved) outrage over a man who appears to have been a fake sign language interpreter at Nelson Mandela’s public memorial. Wow. Just…wow. The reports state the man is also receiving treatment for schizophrenia. If he’s
Why I hate bullies.
So the events of the past 24 hours have been fun. LOL (“I do not think that word means what you think it means.” LOL) Let me start by saying that one of the parties is now claiming they had
Oh, goodie. I now have a cyberstalker.
So apparently I’ve “made” it since I’ve pissed off a couple of spammers. (EDIT: I’ve added a second message they’ve sent me.) What’s even stupider? I HAD been planning on letting it die down now that we had notified our
WARNING: Authors, blurbs can kill…your sales!
I offer this blog post up as a cautionary tale to authors. Especially to self-published authors who don’t have a publisher to tell them, “Um, NO, this is NOT a good idea.” I had to unfriend a fellow author on
Fuck you, Stephen King.
Dear Stephen King, Fuck you. Yes, you read that right. Fuck. You. You have apparently decided only you know what’s best for your readers, so you’ve decided to indefinitely put off releasing an e-book version of Joyland. Who gives a
O.M.F.G.L.M.F.A.O!! Deranged Sorority Letter LOLZ
You know…I’m hard to make outright laugh so hard I’m brought to tears by something I read. I’m a tough audience. I really am. However… I am currently sitting here with tears streaming down my face from laughter. And it’s