I SAY BAD WORDS!!!

Let me make something abundantly clear: I SAY BAD WORDS.

Let me make something else clear: I SUPPORT FREEDOM OF SPEECH.

It has come to my attention via family members, that OTHER family members have been creeping my blog/ youtube accounts and have expressed, chagrin at my choice of language. One member expressed embarrassment that her friends might see my facebook statuses (some of which contain swear words), to which I say this: FUCK OFF.

1. My facebook is viewable to FRIENDS ONLY, not friends of friends. Your precious friends will not see my evil words, and have their delicate sensibilities offended. I am an autonomous adult and so are you. If your friends are that judgmental, then perhaps you need new contemporaries.

2. The words I choose may be a part of my message, but they are not the entire message. If you are dwelling on one or two or three curse words in an entire post/ vid, then you are MISSING the point!

3. It's a word! Grow the fuck up. Quit turning swear words into Voldemort. They only have the power that you give them.

4. Save your outrage for things that deserve it. Rape. Inequality for gays. War. Famine. Genocide. The state of the education system. The fact that you're getting in a tizzy over my word choice and not my message only shows how inattentive you are to the world you live in.

I am a writer and a musician. Call it arrogance, call it artistic license, call it whatever the fuck you want, but do NOT make the assumption that you can shame me into censoring myself. I don't care if you get offended by my word choice. I get offended by your narrow minded censorship. I do not swear for the sake of it - I choose my words very carefully.

Oh, and in closing, here's a little video from me to you.

Where books go to die...

At the back of the storage room in the library where I work, there's the big green bin where books go to die. Sometimes people try to donate books too damaged to sell; not sure what they're thinking when they donate half a book, or three torn books from an encyclopedia set. Sometimes library books are too worn out or damaged to go for sale as well. All of these books go in to the recycling bin. It makes me sad, and strangely sentimental – I see all these books that were either loved too much or not enough, and they are going to be made into something else. It makes me sad to see a good book in there – it might be made into something depressing, like a Watchtower magazine, or a Twilight reprint.

The wind only talks to me when I'm singing, because it doesn't really want me to hear what it has to say.