I am because...?
I respect you and expect you to respect me. I'm enough of an HB that
it's rare for me to even feel a need to point out to someone how small
their world is. People love their tunnels and they are happy with their
tunnel-vision; they really don't want to know what they're missing (like
any kind of communion with actual humans).
When intolerance and
generalizations start to happen, though, I have to bitch out. People
want to tell their "-ism" stories and a simple comment that their
language and prejudice is offensive seems to have an opposite effect.
These jerks want to **explain** why they have their prejudices, and then
get right back to their nasty stories. I have often had to just walk
away, but not before telling someone what a narrow, hateful, spiteful,
bitter old person they are going to be, all alone. As soon as someone
starts to talk about any "them", I align myself with the other side.
People with these attitudes are so much less than anyone they may be
attempting to diss. And the more they moan the less sense they make. A
different color skin? It's probably prettier skin than my washed out old
putty colored, and what the **hell** is that? Is there anyone who
genuinely believes that the color of a person makes them any more
different than just being not-me? Everyone is "not-me", what does color
have to do with anything except being nice to look at?
I'm not even
trying to make a point as much as I just don't GET how anyone can think
or feel that color makes anyone more different (and not surprisingly,
nobody has ever even tried to actually explain their irrational belief
that there's a "difference"). Another nationality? There are other
places in the world. A different sexual orientation? That's **my**
favorite... as far as I'm concerned, anyone who's worried about my sex
life must not have much of one themselves. And I really don't have any
sympathy with someone who is so busy harassing a lesbian they don't have
the time or courage to go develop a positive relationship with someone
who's orientation complements their own. This kind of person is really
begging to be dyke fodder...heh heh heh ... These are the things that
I'm **most** heartless about ... Ultimately though, I am what I am. (and
yes, I am!) So, my dear bitches, may I?
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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