Fighting Words

I know in my last post I mentioned a couple topics, but I'm not feeling either one of those things right now.  What I'm feeling at the moment is reverberations from being a nonperson...being relegated to whatever labels the world has assigned me instead of being appreciated (or respected) for the multifaceted individual I am.  *sigh*  Such is life... It makes me angry.  It makes me angry that so many people out there see the world in black and white alone and miss out on all the other colors there are.  And I don't mean skin color, although that plays its part as well.  It plays a major part, actually. I began typing this post as I was struggling to find a place to live by September.  Those of you who know me personally know I have a very colorful history, a history that has made me both the amazing and strong individual I am today and a very undesirable rental candidate.  Sometimes it is difficult to stomach the sheer extent...

I imagined starting this blog with some lame cliché statement, something akin to, "Horrible injustices are occurring every day in the shadows of our society."  Lame, I know, but it's a true story.  I'll try to refrain from all that high-drama rhetoric in the future, but no promises.  I have things to say, serious and (I believe) important things that have been stuck in my head for years while I've wasted my life and my time and my intelligence either speaking to the wrong audience or not speaking at all.  There is crazy shit going down in the world every day, more and more by the minute, and it seems like nobody cares.  It seems like people are watching it go down and saying, "well, if it's not happening to me, it doesn't matter."  If you are one of those people, feel free to jump off a tall building whenever the urge strikes; I assure you the world will be just fine (or better) without you in it.  If you are not one ...