I don’t care who you lie down with. Don’t tell me how to talk.

Gagged

Just don’t tell me how to talk. I’ve been called a bigot, racist, homophobe, hater, and a lot of other things I can’t remember at the moment. Why? Because I don’t concern myself with what others think I need to call them because of their choices, genetic inconsistencies, lifestyle choices, or the way they live. I call someone with a penis a man. If a person has a vagina, I call them women. If one chooses to have body mutilating surgery, I call them an idiot. If a person is gay, I don’t really care. If a person is strait, I don’t really care. I figure the sexuality of any given person is personal and should be kept silent. I Continue Reading →