I finally had to do it.

I had to go to word verification, and may I just say, I hate it!!!

I had to after I saw that yesterday's post garnered more spam--some of it quite disgusting, too--than actual comments. At least Blogspot's seems to be more dyslexic-friendly than other word verification systems. I am dyscalculiate, a/k/a numeric-dyslexic; I find that I can't use many of them and therefore leave things unsaid.

Then again, a couple of people from my e-mail lists think I ought to do just that anyhow. Apparently my Jim Cantore fantasies were just plain wrong in light of the fact that people are recovering from a hurricane and I shouldn't be trivializing it, bitch, bitch, whine, whine. And another said my logo "exploits women", never mind that the woman in it posed for it of her own free will, had artistic input into the painting, and put it up for auction her own self...and never mind that I myself am a woman.

Y'all, I freely admit that I have sex on the brain a good deal of the time. L'Ailee says that's one of her favorite things about me. If you don't like it, go read something else.

It also seems that I don't care about unity in the LGBT community, because I dislike The Advocate (for rich white and uptight perfect Kinsey category sixes). Did you know that the Advocate's for everybody in our community, even "professional bisexual complainers" like me? Well, they sure have a funny way of showing it. If you really want to see their commitment to unity in action, just plug the word "bisexual" into their search engine.

Also, did you know I'm a racist because I think looters are scum? Let me just say for the record that I think it's perfectly okay for starving people to take food for themselves or their kids--hell, they're liquidating inventory that would otherwise go to waste. And I don't care whether someone is white or black or purple with green polka dots--if they are loading up a duffel bag with jewelry and pushing the fucking *counters* out of what is left of some hard-working business owner's store and rifling through what's left of some poor victim's *home*, I think they are SCUM. In fact, I may be flattering them, in that scum has a biological purpose!

*sighs* Now see what I've been driven to do by others' meanness. Bitch, bitch, whine, whine... :-)

Thanks for your actual-factual comment yesterday, RQM. We can be wrong together...

And thanks to everyone who leaves real comments. Even if you disagree with me, that's cool, as long as it's not just bitching me out for the sake of bitching me out.