My partner’s response to someone who claimed that I was too old to be a serious gamer. I think we need a definition of “serious”.
Since writing this article, I have received messages from angry men, calling me names, telling I’m wrong, & that I’d be begging a man to save me if I was lost in the woods. To recap, there are men are sending me abusive emails to prove they are the safe choice. So far, no bears have written in.
I get people to leave me alone by saying things like, “I’m hiding my face because I don’t want the government tracking my every move. Haven’t you noticed that there’s cameras everywhere?” They usually leave either because they’re the types to worry or they think I’m scary mad. It’s worked every time
Some folk: Why aren’t you engaging more on BS? Me coming on to look at what’s happening. Oh, skeet this, skeet that, reskeet, & variations of that trigger word. Me: leaves while, again, wondering why the fuck people can’t call a post a post. Nobody I know that protested that word is still here.
Québec is one of the most beautiful provinces in the country. Its natural beauty, mountains, lakes, architecture, history, culture, food, music, farms, orchards…but my god it’s impossible to live there as an English-speaking immigrant that looks indigenous (because I am, just not Canadian).
Just yesterday, I was teary about feeling I was forced to leave QC & trying to talk mon mari into returning. Reading this I realize that despite loving everything about the province, except being spat on & having service refused, politics, & discrimination, returning would be a huge mistake.
Don’t fucking cite or retweet that BNO news thing, it’s a toilet for quick-hit no-attribution headlines that are wrong way too often
For the second time in two weeks a human-caused wildfire is on the mountain I live on. It’s being controlled but is yet another night of trying to sleep with bad air & coughing. We’re not even in summer yet. At least I can dream of the torturous punishment I’d like to dish out to the fire-starter.