Small bits and bytes of this and that
The place in where I dream, on where i have the hope that someday, it would be a better place. My home.
The only one that I know. The only one who worries me the most. The one on which i’ve lived for the past two decades and a bit.
The place that have grown my character, my profesional life. The place on which i’ve met wonderful people. Also the place on where i’ll find more marvelous guys and gals.
Yes, it’s a place with cheap mass media, fuckmuppet politicians, short visionaries who don’t believe the possible. People scared, or in contradictory angst around its roots.
But we have actually more hope, to dismantle those things.
I hope we take in mind all of those points soon.
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
drag queens are so baddass jfc
Drag queens ftw
Wow… Just, wow…
Well, that’s quite a story o.o
Shiki’s Mystic Eyes of Death Perception
Lines of death are seams of objects. Seeing them means learning the truth about them.
I’m in a strong obligation to repost this :3
So, do you actually consider yourself computer literate..? Read. http://www.coding2learn.org/blog/2013/07/29/kids-cant-use-computers/
Most people (also some colleagues) are unaware of the problem of self-digital determination. I’m not pointing the cloud, or anything like that. As any humanity problem, this is a cultural thing. If you don’t take the responsability behind those things you master, those things will master you.
That’s why i’m certainly scared about “Singularity”. I hope we could reach that cultural change before the singularity reach us.