Dear Whoever-You-Are

Dear Whoever-You-Are

12.15.05 (9:34 pm)   [edit]
I just got a very weird email, and I'm not sure how far I want to go with this, partially because I'm not sure it's worth it, and partially because I'm more baffled by it than actually upset, but it obviously comes from recent posts I've made, and this person's email address is apaprantly bogus since my reply bounced back, so I'll clarify a few things:

1.) Given how many other people on tblog (many of them women) are talking about sex, and how many of them are actually HAVING it, I think some stupid (and yes, pretty filthy, becuase that just happens to be my sense of humour) jokes about the subject from a guy who isn't getting any in the first place are so far down on the list of Stuff That Matters that I wonder if you might be one of the assholes who is in on the Christmas debate I just posted about.

2.) Censoring myself here for the sake of ANY child is a ludicrous idea. My own isn't old enough to read, won't be allowed to read this when she is, and will be smart enough to draw her own conclusions when she's old enough to make that call herself. I intend to have a daughter who can think for herself, not be told how to think. She's already good at that, and it makes me happier than you can know.

In the end, this is just another stupid bullshit blog like anyone's. But I DO take it somewhat seriously in that it's the only real outlet I have at this moment for my writing, which I do hope to turn into some kind of cash-generating device someday. It's a place to generate material for a possible (only possible, I'm not really thinking much about it at the moment) stand-up act, and I happen to put the same kind of thought and effort into it that I do when creating/re-creating a bass line with my band. The Mona Lisa, and the Tom Petty buttsex parody - it's all "art", which shows how worthless a word THAT is. But I don't do this just for my health. It's also practice. And if people like David Lynch, or Frank Zappa, or William Shakespeare, or that asshole who came up with the idea of "reality TV" shut down their work just to "protect the chlldren" at the expense of creating whatever it is they created, then the world would suck a lot more. This is a place for PEOPLE, not just people of a certain age group, and I'm sick of anyone who suggests that "protecting" children from a few words and pictures of titties on TV is somehow more important that those of us who survived childhood being able to have the freedom to do our shit so long as it doesn't actually hurt someone. Your definition of "hurt" (and seemingly that of politically-correct assholes on both the left and right) is not mine. Probably because I have priorities beyond what some idiot like me has to say. There's real problems in the world. Go worry about THEM.

And besides, it's really just a stupid fucking blog. As if anything I do compares to Lynch, Zappa, or Shakespeare anyway.

"You realize that everything I say is horseshit." - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

3.) I can see how my recent post about my old girlfriend Susan could be seen as evidence of me "carrying a torch" for years, but I don't see it that way. For a long time, I only thought about her on occasion, mostly regretting how stupid I was. I only really felt the wave of nostalgia in a big way AFTER I was asked to leave my family. These things happen. I know it looks a little weird in context of my divorce, and I accept that. But I also can't help it if I happen to feel a certain way, just like most of us can't, and I don't enjoy being told that my genuine feelings are somehow invalid because of "how they affect others." I KNOW how I've affected others, and I don't like it. I'm also not responsible for other people's reactions to every fucking thing I do or say. There's no reason for this to affect anyone (it all happened NINE YEARS AGO) except that I felt the need to bang together in written form and then share some things that perhaps are more personal than I should have shared. Oh well, not like I EVER do that...

Enough of that shit. Tblog seems to have eaten some of the comments on recent posts. So, tell me. How'dja like the Tom Petty buttsex parody?

Dougie