It’s rather queer of me to express this level on sincerity over a social media prone to encourage the most mundane and vile of humour, childish schemes, and overall cringe-worthy distributions to the public eye; i’m certainly not an engaging person, but nonetheless am I not able to turn a blind eye from this atrocity.
I’m recently profusely devoted unto Revolver Ocelot’s character as a whole of the Metal Gear Solid series; however, it does not imply and entail the ending of my blogs--the time it takes for me to reply is hindered regardless, hence why I never promise anything held accountable against my virtual tongue--so simply put: think of this as an interval of breaks for all my blogs (excluding one due to its guild’s astute and profound laws).
With that said: Another half of my short-comings is my preparations for the future, which have been sorely lacking due to my engross knowledge needed satiation of Ocelot; I’m preparing for college this fall, and thus will need time to adjust from a sheltered life, to a life grandeur of accepting reality within mine--one very displeasing, essentially after the attacks in Orlando. This disrupts my confidence (not like anything else prevented me from stepping foot outside this fearfully damned world) in inuring myself with it--with its repugnant and repulsive scent of hypocrisy and abhorrent taint of violence toward our fellow comrades. We humans degenerate our minds to the point of becoming our own war vessels mankind has behold.
Skipping to the point from all this useless rambling from an olde man, I’m sincerely, genuinely tired of this returning oppression Homosexuals and Lesbians are receiving; it is seemingly frequent than I have ever witnessed (then again I haven’t watched much news on the telly, so who knows what I’ve missed), I may be over-dramatic, but passion about this is driving me my anatomy and fingers into a long, incoherent rant. I’m simply in fear of reverting as a mortal who resorts to primitive ways, who will be similarly oppressed for being transgender; who will literally be beaten to a bloody pulp.
And it’s truly tragic for me to not find myself a suitable, same-sex mate who I can relate with easily, ensue the incident. It’s crippling me to a paralyzing fear I’ll never berid, and its shock values equivalent to someone who approaches you, and immediately punches your teeth out in one single punch. That is how I-will-feel being immersed in this reality of decrepit deception.