yonnon: Why there ain't shit on here? I swear I remember stuff used to actually happen on this site.
yonnon: I'm hungry and I don't like any of you.
Someone bring me liquer and a knee brace.
I lied I like some of you.
yonnon: Got my DeviantArt back up and running. Lot of wicked cool shit on there, for anyone real enough to give a fuck about THE MAGNIFICENT PROCESS OF HUMAN CREATION.
yonnon: You know... I'm still kind of upset that I never got to have my "exalted" moment where my rage built up over a lifetime of bullshit finally peaked at just the right moment, and I got to take it all out on some symbolic figure for everything that ever did me wrong, somehow eliminating the injustice I'd suffered and changing my life for the better.
Instead, I'm left with this unrealistic idea of payback and justice that provokes fantasies of violence and destruction.
yonnon: I'm upset, and I have no available companions with which to express my upset. So here I go, making a fool of myself to the wide open internet.
It's not that big of a fucking deal if you initially think I have a cock by my profile pic. Half of my face is pizza, I don't wear makeup and my hair is short. My profile picture does not show my tits or vagina. My profile is not glamorously done up in pink and sparkles and butterflies.
About the only social behavior stereotypically associated with having a vagina that I show is that I like to cook and display human emotion. I don't have the american standard traits to outline "vagina" on my personality ID tag.
And it doesn't. Fucking. Matter.