It’s interesting to note that people are getting offended with my campaign against effeminate men.  I’ve been implied as being homophobic and intolerant, despite the fact that I never mentioned I was anti-gay.  The ones who took offence however, were the same people who said that effeminacy has nothing to do with homosexuality, so what’s the problem?

Intolerance makes no sense anyway when they’re intolerant towards my intolerance.  So girly men annoy me, and?  I can’t help the way I feel, while the same argument goes, I’m not hurting anyone.

Even if I’m hurting some sissified boy’s feelings, it’s not my problem.  I neither have the power to advocate discrimination based on hate nor control how people live their lives.  Sorry, but I don’t have the authority to speak for everyone, only myself, which is exactly what a blog is for. 

Though, this is another reason the effeminate make me sick because the emo factor is unbearable.  If they actually had some balls, it would only be logical for them to understand that they’re in control of their lives, but no: “WAAAAH!!!  WHY CAN’T I WEAR THAT PINK SHIRT, MOMMY?!  WHY CAN’T I SHAVE MY PITS?!”

OH THEIR GODS, SHUT UP AND LISTEN GIRLY MAN.  If you want to look like a cupcake and shave things below your head and have anal sex with your girlfriend, do it.  Close-minded grapefruits like myself might not like it, but no one is stopping you except yourself.  All I’m asking is that you man up!

We’re living in a day where men don’t even have the capacity to fight for their women.  Instead, we see a growing trend of effeminate boys who are “laid back” and smoking weed.  They only listen to their hip-hop gangster (c)rap, jumping around like a bunch of crazed apes with pants hanging down like they soiled themselves.  Instead of defending their mothers, sisters, wives, and daughters, they make statistics of and feed them to the sharks.

And we’re living in a day where instead of spanking children like they ought to be, yelling, grounding, and “explaining” have become the inferior replacements.

BABY RICKY FOUGHT HIS MOTHER WITH A PLASTIC SWORD WHEN SHE USED THE BACK OF THE FEATHER DUSTER AND TURNED OUT LIKE A MAN.

School?  Everyone wins.  Colour changes happen instead of grades.

No wonder men are forced to finish college or university before upgrading to adulthood.  No wonder they’re afraid of commitment.  No wonder they run away after getting a good fuck, while their girlfriends are left alone and pregnant.  No wonder divorce rates are so high because of immaturity in what we used to refer as gentlemen.

Related:

Effeminate Men Make Me Sick

Yesterday, I made a Pulse that wrote: “Effeminate men make me sick.  If you’re going to act like a homosexual, you might as well BE one.  Just make a choice!”

For some reason, it offended a handful of people, which was funny because I never even mentioned anything about being anti-gay.  Someone even called me homophobic!  I guess with the recent controversy regarding homosexual rights, I can’t blame their assumptions.

I don’t like people who are in the middle of the road, which is even funnier because it was ‘The Road’ that triggered my rant.  The boy in the movie rubbed me the wrong way in his constant whining and crying.  I was never like that, and I wanted nothing more than to slap him upside the head.  What if he had a little sister?

I don’t like warm water anyway.  I like things to be either hot or cold.

Homosexuality isn’t a choice.  In fact, I love that homosexuals are gay.  They deserve to have their day.  They’re neither warm nor grey, but hot.  They’ll always be hot because God made them that way.

But the effeminate?  I don’t know what the hell they are, just like metrosexuals.  I feel like messing up their stupid punk-ass hair and throwing mud on them.

Related:

Effeminacy Hurts Women

Back in November 2006, Ted Haggard, the founder and former charismatic pastor of the New Life Church in Colorado Springs, Colorado was accused of engaging in homosexual sex with prostitute and masseur Mike Jones, as well as the purchase and usage crystal methamphetamine.  He later admitted to the accusations and resigned his leadership positions.

After the scandal was publicized, Haggard entered three weeks of intensive counselling, overseen by four ministers.  In early 2007, one of them, Tim Ralph, said he “is completely heterosexual”.

Keep in mind, while engaging in homosexuality, Ted Haggard was preaching hard against it.

In a recent appearance on ‘Oprah’, Haggard said, “The biggest thing that’s helped me is therapy.  Since that time, I have not had one compulsive thought or behaviour.”

To Vieira, his wife Gayle added, “In Ted’s case, he had had some experiences as a child that kept replaying themselves in his mind.  Once he went to therapy he was able to identify that and was given the tools to deal with it.  Because of that, he no longer has those compulsions.  That’s not true for everybody.  That’s his story.”

But the Bible clearly states that God makes homosexuals the way they are, and that it isn’t a choice.

UPDATE: cmclymer now works with disabled people.  ROFL

Remember Stupid (or the creepy lying pervert hypocrite who goes by the alias of “cmclymer”)?  I never thought anyone could be this dumb until now (Dear Stupid, This One’s For You (UPDATED)).

In his most recent entry (Leaving Xanga), he tries to emulate a sense of humour by making a fake departure, mocking mine (Goodbye For Real Xanga).  Except, I only left because I had to go poo, which is a concept cmclymer will never comprehend.  He doesn’t understand the necessity of emptying out his bowels, and it’s sad!  As a person with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, I know the hardships of constipation.  It can ruin your day and way of thinking.  I guess he’s full of shit because he’s full of shit?

cmclymer (Leaving Xanga) wrote:

 

For the full entry (in case he deletes it again), click the picture above.

Funny, how you forgot to mention you LIED about it.  If this ‘Flirtathon 2010 (Calling All Ladies)’ was so satirical, why did you LIE and say it was something else that I refused to recommend?

For the full entry, click the picture above.

Oh right, I remember your excuse (Dear Stupid, This One’s For You (UPDATED): read comment 12 by his messenger kaos_calle).  You confused the two entries.  Hilarious.  How can you confuse two completely different subjects (violence against women or exploiting women, hmmm)?

And how come you deleted ‘Flirtathon 2010 (Calling All Ladies)’ if it was nothing more than a “joke”?

Dear Dumb-Dumb, you obviously didn’t confuse anything because in trying to make me look bad, you had to LIE.  You deleted the entry asking females on Xanga to fill out a form detailing their personal information including names, ages, locations, etc. because you knew how creepy it was.  Sick.  I don’t recommend victimizers of girls and women.

Sigh… didn’t you learn your lesson about lying already, wolf in douche’s clothing?  Did you not get enough of an ass-whooping? Silly boy!

By the way, according to the first comment you received, you posted your fake goodbye in the morning.  Why did you write “Good night and good luck”?  Don’t you know the difference between night and day?  I love how you claim that I harassed your friends when I only provided this link (Dear Stupid, This One’s For You (UPDATED) for them in a comment that you immediately deleted.

But I actually feel sorry for you.  I know you’re attention-deficiency has rendered your spine into soft bottom feeder cartilage.  Remember the conversation that started it all?  When you begged me to recommend you?  When I refused and so you started drama with me based on LIES?

For the full message correspondence, click the picture above.

Lol, you really are an idiot if you think the people Xanga are going to buy your LIES over LIES.  Are you stupid or something?  Oh wait!

Supposedly, the dove and fish are symbolic to the Christian faith…

But the Bible says:

Why do a lot of “Christian” churches use these creatures to symbolize the Lord Jesus Christ when God specifically tells us not to even create graven images resembling that of birds and fish?  Did some idiot pastor from Isaiah 56:10 forget to read the ten commandments?

The Daydream

She wasn’t just another girl.  I could tell by the way she kindly placed the blades of her fingers upon the light post.  I envied her sweet embrace enfolding it and wondered if her romance would ever find its way to me.  I wondered if she saw my recognition that her touch was the greatest extension to her heart.

Though I could only trace the soft edges of her graceful silhouette, the white silk of her skin glowed as the sun kissed her shoulder.  The warmth of her ambiance seeped through.  I wanted to linger and remain with her, however ridiculous it seemed.

She was anxious as she continued checking her watch.  She scrambled through her purse and seemed ready to leave at any moment.  I swore she looked towards my way for a moment or two.  In my mind I tried to remain calm, but I yearned desperately for her soft whiteness to brush against me.  I wanted to feel every part of her flowing into my bloodstream; an orgasmic feast of sensual delight.

I lusted for the curves of her body, every crevice of her figure, and even more, her heart.  She was an angel.  I wanted her light to shine upon me, for now and evermore.

As she glanced in other directions, uneasy and tense in the remaining summer heat, I secretly gazed at the picturesque landscape of her form.  The glimmering droplets of her elixir outlined her supple breasts.  It shaped my desires into something more, enticing me to not only want, but need her as well.

Could she ever look at me in the way I see her?  Or is she awaiting another, like all the ones I’ve fallen for without their knowing?

I didn’t care.  I had to take a leap for her… for us.  I was the guy who had nothing to lose except her, my raven haired beauty of heavenly descent.  If I didn’t risk everything, I’d regret it for the rest of eternity.  I had to exist with her, if not for a moment in mortal time.

But in the line between reality and a dreamlike place of late afternoons forever, she walked towards my way.  I became ever so apprehensive, in fear that she caught my stares.  As the rhythm of her feet synchronized with that of my heart, I found her in front of me, looking directly into my eyes.  She removed my sunglasses as quickly as I blinked.

It was then that I realized the truth.  I was right to think she wasn’t just another girl, but she wasn’t an angel either.

She was a goddess.

And her face was flawless.  Her eyes took me away to another realm of a dream come true for real.  My heart drowned a little when the silent tears overflowed, ones reflecting the aches of never being able to reach the perfection defining her everything.

Before I could explain, she placed her elegant finger upon my lips.

“Hush,” she whispered.

She understood my dilemma without a care in the world, and in bloom, her blush resembled that of pink marshmallow heart candies.  She blossomed like a rose and shone as a diamond.

She softly plunged her delicate lips, pressing them against mine.  Her tears streamed down the curves of her face and they fell upon our kiss…
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Last time, this was nothing more than an April fool’s joke because I only needed to leave for a pee.  Yet most didn’t even know I was being sarcastic.  They really thought it was goodbye.  It’s apparent that people here don’t get me.

But this time it’s different.  Considering all the drama surrounding me from within this “community”, I really can’t take this.  It grumbles inside, and the feelings become unbearable, and I don’t have it in me to fight anymore.  I feel like running to the corner and letting myself go, but even that I can’t do.

People have no idea what it’s like to be physically disabled.  They think it’s nothing.  Well it isn’t easy, and the added drama is too much for me to handle.  I don’t usually let things become a bother, but the truth is that it’s getting to me after such a long time of waiting.  I could lie and say that I want to quit while I’m ahead, but I’m not.  The foul part of my being is starting to seep through.

And I’m sorry everyone, for leaving such a foul smell in the air.  I didn’t mean to create this hostile environment.  I hope you’ll forgive me.  I think I’ll go now before I cause even more trouble.

So this is a farewell to everyone here on Xanga.  Yes, DearRicky is really saying goodbye.

I’ve had a good run and I hope each end every one of you takes good care of each other.  Thank you for everything.

Goodbye.

I won’t be coming back anymore until after I poo.  I really need to go!