As a queer person, I have very little sympathy for individuals who use their own self-hatred to perpetuate homophobia. Especially a Catholic Archbishop, given that most of my abuse was at the hands of peers in a Catholic school for the mere belief I was gay (I am, but as lesbian trans woman, I was mistaken in large…

They also like to dance!

Delicious, delicious hypocrisy. I love it.

Well, you know how Jesus went on and on about queers and how evil they are. And he never ever said anything about helping the poor or the ills of accumulated wealth. Never. Not one word. It wasn't, like, the very core of his message or anything.

Once I was house sitting for a friend and called a neighbor because I was convinced a dead mouse was stuck in the pool filter and I freaked out. It was a clump of leaves.

Since he is such a warrior for Catholicism, where is his $650k donation to outlaw divorce? And to publicly attack those who remarry after divorce and are therefore actively participating in adultery?

It's great when horrible people are exposed for what they are, for sure. So, order me a plate full of Gleeful for that.

story time:

You might feel silly for mistaking an inanimate object for an animal, but it's much more dangerous if you mistake an animal for an inanimate object , or in my case mistaking a giant deer with a tree.

My friend was sitting outside on her back porch and just sort of smoking, enjoying the sunshine. She feels something jump up and sit beside her and, assuming it was her cat, starts petting it without thinking.

She looked down and it was a raccoon enjoying a little ear-scritch. I think she almost had a stroke.

I was walking home from work a few months ago when I saw a big cat just stridin' down the middle of the sidewalk. Totally bold, owning it. As it turned under a streetlamp I saw it was actually a big ol' raccoon, just using public sidewalks to get where he was going.

I once thought a llama was crossing the street in front of my bike but it just turned out to be a man walking his big dog, and he happened to be exactly in pace with the dogs front legs so they kind of melded together.

I was also on a lot of acid, so...

I once stopped my car in the middle of the street because I was so sure that a hedgehog was crossing in front of me. I waited for a solid 5 minutes (it was 3am, no traffic in a residential area) until I realized a)that's fucking stupid there are no wild hedgehogs in this area and b)it was actually a pinecone.

I'm totally going to say that to Militant Vegan Chick at work, just to fuck with her dumb ass.

If equality comes from Satan, sign me up.

I just saw that fact and I am not pleased. (except for baby carrots. I am a psychopath when it comes to baby carrots.)

Let's do this. Let's haunt the crap out of him.

When I haunt you I promise I'll only do it on Friendster.