Yahoo/Tumblr Censorship. RAGE!!!

I'm so ridiculously upset right now.  Tumblr removed one of my photos for no goddamn discernible reason.  According to le boyfriend, this has been happening to a lot of people recently... so I think it's safe to say that this is all a result of the buyout by Yahoo.

Fuck you.

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The offending picture

Excuse me for not knowing that pink fucking hot cocoa was so offensive to your delicate sensibilities.


This may not seem like a big deal to some of you... but getting over 5K notes as a non-tumblr famous person is a big fucking deal.  Even if I post it again, I probably won't get close to that many notes.  Plus, all the blogs that had reblogged this image had the potential to generate traffic for my blog, and now I've lost that.  This hurts my blog a lot more than if they had removed just about any other image. So yeah... fuck them.

Hi

Apparently I am on a date with Megan and didn't know it.  Also, apparently I am a guy?  Idek

Things I wish would disappear from Goth Culture

Why is the whole "corrupt nun" thing so popular?  I'm so sick of seeing it pop up in gothic culture or around Halloween time.  I mean I get it, sort of.  You want to rebel against Christianity.  Profane the Sacred.  Show that what people think is holy is actually infernal.  So cute, so witty, so over it.

Of course it's rarely ever male priests/monks.  It's almost always women.  With big boobs barely covered.  Just another flimsy excuse to objectify women while hiding behind the guise of free-thinking, satirical intellectual. 

Christmas Shopping with Mom

Me: What's your Amazon password?  Is it X?

Mom: What password?  Oh, it's Y.

Me: No it's not.  Is it X?

Mom: No no, it's Y.

Me: Oh look, X worked.  I told you it was X.

Mom: I don't want you knowing my passwords.

Me: Well if I didn't know them, you wouldn't fucking know them.

Mom: Oh... then what's this password for?

Me: Your account

Mom: What account?

Me: Your Amazon account?

Mom: Why do I need an account?

Me: So you can order things

Mom: Oh, so X is my account?

Me: No, X is your password.  For your account.  You type in your email and password to log in.

Mom: Why do I need a password/account?

Me: You don't want just anyone using your credit card on here.

Mom: My credit card's on there?

Me: No it's not saved yet.  I don't have to save it.  But still, you don't want anyone in your account.  I don't want you in mine.

Mom: Well I'd pay you back.

Me: You wouldn't have to if you used your card with my account.  I just don't want you messing up my settings.  I know you would.

Mom: Oh... so now I have an account?  So now I can order things on my own?

Me: Yes, I made it for you months ago!  Don't you remember?

Mom: No.....

Me: WTF?!  It was a very traumatic experience.  How do you not remember??!

Mom: I don't

Me: You specifically asked me to come over.  You said you couldn't make an account because it kept giving you my email address and saying it was taken.  You don't remember any of this?!

Mom: No

Me: (staring in horror as I realize this is my future: fucking dementia)

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Wicked Road Trip

My mother did something amazing and wonderful and fantastic for us.  She bought us tickets to Wicked!!!

We went up to Cleveland with her and her bestie.  Now, I've seen my share of Broadway and Off-Broadway plays, but this was Tyler's first big production and it did not disappoint!  We loved every minute of it.  The script, the costumes, the singing - all phenomenal!

Winter is brrr

It's so rare that I'm a passenger

He thought he could escape my camera.  Foolish mortal

Now that I've seen the play, I really want to read the books.  I loved the world they built.  It's actually more interesting to me than the real Wizard of Oz.  Of course, I've also been extra hyped up to see this after reading Namesake, which takes its own twist of The Wizard of Oz and Alice in Wonderland.  I highly recommend it.

OotD: Baby put on heart-shaped sunglasses

1. Sole Plot Short Boot, BKE, Buckle, in Boots
2. Rainbow Feather Top, Forever 21, Forever 21, in Forever 21 Shirts
3. Polka Dot Heart Sunglasses, Rue 21, in Polka Dot Eyewear
4. Purple Feather Earrings, Vanity, in Jewelry

This was part of the crazy night at Megan's apartment.  The shot of the boots came later, once I was home, because I hadn't worn them to the mall that night.

I really love the watercolor look to the feathers on my shirt.  They remind me of the wallpaper in my childhood bedroom.  It was just random brushstrokes of color that looked like pile of pastel melted ice cream.  There's something oddly soothing about it.

The War on the War on Christmas

This latest addition to the War on Christmas is brought to you by the heathens... literally.

One of my more conservative pagan friends was posting a supposed quote by Ben Stein.  At first, I found myself enjoying the quote, mostly agreeing with it, and finding Ben Stein to have a nice, moderate approach that I would expect from him.  Then things got weird...

I couldn't understand why Ben Stein, an intellectual and a very Jewish man, was going on a Christian Conservative rant.  Yeah, that got my suspicions raised, but luckily this was a lot easier to debunk than the last post.  Snopes popped up almost immediately with this beautiful gem:

Snopes: Confessions for the Holidays

Everyone can now sleep well knowing that Ben Stein hasn't turned into a Christian Conservative politico hellbent on bringing back God to our schools and corporal punishment to our homes.

Also, THERE IS NO WAR ON CHRISTMAS.