Thursday, January 29, 2015

Gamergate & Female Freedom

I'm shocked, always shocked because this is the human race doing this to itself.

Guys think they're losing their "superiority".

The Bible, advertisements, magazines, television and gaming - everywhere they look - tells them they are #1, little "mini gods". Yet some females are telling them it's not true, we're equal. So males are fighting, slandering, threatening and doing anything they can do to stop equality. They're not losing their place by any means, by the way, but the IDEA that they could is threatening them.

I can't even breathe when I hear what some assholes say/do because of this whole shebang. Females are lower class citizens. We get told what we should like, what we should do and how to act. We get brainwashed into thinking we need to look a certain way or we're "ugly". We still earn less money than men. We get treated like objects because of prostitution and we are informed we're on this earth to "make babies". If you don't/choose not to, you're seen as the strangest creature out there. People simply cannot comprehend that myself at 38 years old, will not have a child. I will never have a baby. It is my choice, not anyone else's, not even my husband's. I asked him before we married and he said he was all right with never having any. But you know what? If he wanted to get "snipped", it'd be fine, he'd just go and do it. But in Kansas, where we live now, I, as a female, as the baby-making property of him, would have to have my husband - the man -- sign for me to have my tubes tied.


This is not equality. This is not right.

I don't give a crap about what happened at "Gamergate" because it sounds like a bunch of politicized shit. No matter what happened, you guys have done it before and no one cared because it was done by men. But a woman did something to achieve status, and now you're threatened. Fuck off, now. Come on. We've had a black president, and I bet we have other types of skin colors up there before we have a woman, because when women run for anything and threaten men, men systematically take them down. They talk about what they're wearing and how ugly they are, and never focus on anything serious.

That's all we are to most males, beauty numbers. "Is she a one or a ten?" Did you ever think of what number you where before placing a label on us? Because if everything was equal in the world there would be restaurants with men wearing thongs swinging along low-set tables next to your local Hooter's. There would be nothing but huge, blond, tight-abbed men shown next to "fat chicks" in TV shows, and all advertisements directed at you would depict "you" as the unobtainable circus strongman type, showing you NEED to be THIS WAY and if you ARE NOT you are UGLY.

I'm 38 and have never wanted/will never want children. I have never liked the color pink, preferring blue (and sometimes purple) instead. I like gaming and can whup ass on my husband and many guys in different games, fighting games mostly, my favorite genre is Survival Horror, my fave games of all time: Silent Hill 2 and 3. I have recently shaved my head because I can't stand my hair and the need to "do" it to be perfectly female - I like coloring my hair crazy colors, but I can't stand getting up and styling it forever every morning. I wear men's T-shirts because they have cool things on them! Not sparkles and pink and Tinkerbell and teddy bears and unicorns that society tells me to wear: I like stuff like wrestling, dragons, games and anime.

I exist.

I matter.

I am female.

I am not what society tells you I should be.

And that should be okay.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Pokemon Game Word Censure is out of Control

All I wanted was a Koffing named "Cutie Poof".

...that's all I wanted. Poof, as in "poof" that comes out of their holes. Gaseous poof. Wind coming out of a hole. I'm living in America, I'm not in Britain, and didn't mean to insinuate someone gay ("Poofter", or "Poof", in Britain is a derogatory word for being homosexual). Poof means more than that.

It's also just "poof".

You can't enter a word like "ravioli", because the system sees "viol", and that means rape in French, so even if they have names with the same letters in them, and there's a @#$%ed Gym Leader named with those letters in them, we can't type it. You can't name something "Violet", or "Ravioli".

What about Cofagrigus, then, you idiots? We can't type that in anywhere in a Pokemon game, but the pokemon's name itself has that word in it! In one instance, I forget what game, I couldn't use my last name, "Sketchit". Don't ask why, I have no clue. Maybe because of the "chit"?

You can't take all the combined letters out, guys. You can't fix this. I've been horribly amused by all the idiot children (and adults acting like children) in their Secret Bases, for instance. They use all sorts of runarounds (7337, whatever) to say whatever they please. And the slurs & swears get across just fine, believe me.

(I then delete their base after taking their flag a million times. Bleah.)

Please don't take away my ability to say very real words in the English language because you're trying to manipulate & control nasty people that would use bad language. On Neopets, many years for example, we couldn't type the word "hot". WTF? Hot might mean someone talking about how "hot" someone was, yes, but it also might mean warm. You can't ban everything. It doesn't work. It's like prohibition... people get around it.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

I shaved my head (and I'm female).


I hate "doing" my hair, as I'm not the hyper-feminine type, and since Zoro doesn't care what I do to my own body (ladies, take note, that's true love & freedom), we went and he got a cut, I got a shave. Took a #2 blade, meaning there was just fuzzy stubble on my scalp.

So, two things: I look super mannish when I'm fat and the shaved head makes it worse. Two, I have a perfectly proportioned head. Huh. It's round & shaped the way it's supposed to be: no lumps or idiosyncrasies. Neat.

My hair will grow back if I choose to have it do so - I don't understand ladies that freak out about this. Hair grows back. What the hell. Society has brainwashed you, the 99.9%, making you believe that super long hair is the most beautiful and short is ugly. My shaved scalp takes no shampoo (I can use body wash on it), little to no care and will be super cool in the summer. It's actually really cool looking, different than anyone else on the street, and I don't have to fuss with it. Bonus! I love it. Also, no more expensive trips to the hairdresser. I paid $20 for a Wahl Hair-cutting Kit, and I'll do it myself when I need to.

Who are you growing all that hair for? I mean, sure, you're allowed to love what you love, it's a free country. But what if you could save hundreds of dollars - if not thousands for some -- as well as time and inconvenience (no more bad hair days, although quips will be made that "every" day is one when you're bald, I'm sure, in folks' minds when they read this). Men can be bald, fat, and even downright ugly, but women are supposed to take them as they are. Ladies, however, are held to a long, blond-haired, blue-eyed, thin nightmare vision. I say, down with convention!


* 10/26/2017 edit: a few months ago, I began my first after-40 hurdle: really trying to find a good doctor. I haven't had one for the 13 years I've been in this yucky state. I hate doctors and have been mistreated my whole life by them, an interesting theme that continued no matter how hard I tried. The point is, one of the doctors I tried out looked at me and asked in great concern, "How long have you been doing this to yourself?"
I answered, but then as I left I suddenly understood the inflections of her question.

My god, I thought, this bitch thinks my shaved head is self-mutilation!


I found another doctor and FINALLY won the doctor jackpot. This woman is the best I have ever been to, friendly, friendly staff, agrees with the same fundamentals I do and everything. But screw that lady that thought any woman that shaved their head was doing it to harm themselves. I love my hair and have been complimented on it many times.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Pokemon Alpha Sapphire Wonder Trades

The Naughty List


I'm wonder trading again! That means COUNTLESS wurmples and zigzagoon, trash Pokemon that no one ever wants. I try to send out rares or ones with the Pokerus, I get crap in return. Tip: when doing a wonder trade, at least send a small, tiny, cost-almost-nothing potion with them, or name them for god's sake! Sending countless trash into the system clogs it up, and hardly anyone rehabilitates like I do (leveling them up, etc). They just send it right back the frick out, meaning someone else's level 2 wurmple gets given to hundreds - if not thousands -- of hapless trainers that swear grimly and (you guessed it) send it right back out again.



Why do Japanese traders notoriously suck?! You'd think they'd be good traders!

Anyway, these are the lovely ones that have given me trash.*

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

New year, new computer!

I finally got a new computer - for Christmas, from my awesome husband. After I yank my Adobe programs from the shelves and install them I'll be back to drawing again after a whopping half a year without CGI art! I still have sciatica, though, pretty wicked, so I can't sit at the computer for long periods like I used to... it's just gonna take awhile getting used to.

2015 means I'm finally going to start writing and compiling the insane, hugely Mary Sue fantasy world inside my head, known as "Moy Mell" (the "Plains of Pleasure" in Celtic lore). It's kind of for myself, just because it's so weird and so ...intricate, I wanted someplace to put it down. It's just my little blissful area where I always imagine I go when I daydream/sleep.

You know me, though. *snerk* It might be good for a name-grabbing concept, since I went off the grid for a year a few years ago and lost my momentum online (bleah, a sort of mistake but not really, since online drama crap makes me puke and getting away from it all was such fun).