Posts tagged ‘otherkin’


At what point can we all agree that these people are fucking insane?

I can understand homosexuals and their fight for equality.
I can, kinda, get behind trans gender, I even am willing to concede to a third gender.

But this?

Like those reality allergic cretins who believe they are not humans but something else (otherkin), there are the morons who believe in sixty genders (genderkin), and now there are idiots who think they are twenty years younger than they are (agekin?).

No, it isn’t ageism if we prohibit this change of birthdate in official documents. If we keep him from frauding potential mates or employers.

It is correct.

How would you feel, if your spouse was actually twenty years older than they are, thus, will die a lot sooner than you expect?
How would you think an employer would like it that an employee just dies?

He is seventy, not fifty.

With seventy he won’t be able to get those young broads he could get with fifty. (Unless of course he has a few million on the bank, then he night find the love of his life in a twenty year old blonde with big tits. And she’s going to spread her legs for him whenever he wants. Because she’s a whore.) The women don’t have to change.
He has to. He is the ageist. Not the rest of the world.

Take care, A.

For Levanja

Riven is the veil,
In twilight haze.
Lost the trail;
An infinite maze.
Broken the root,
In divine soil.
The chant turned mute;
Ended, the mortal coil.
Crimson rain,
On sunny morning.
Short eternal pain;
Etherous my mourning.
Garden of gloam,
Burned to cold ash.
Ravaged home;
Decayed the flesh.
The fountain dried,
Marble crumbling.
The garden died;
Tremor and rumbling.
Winterblossom torn,
Petals withered and pale.
Eternally sworn;
But riven is the veil.

Levanja, otherwise known as “Winterblossom”.

When the Seasons change from Winter into Spring, it is said that the spirits of the seasons meet.
Sometimes the spirits of winter and spring fall in love with one another.

But since Winter will end, and Spring will begin, their love has no future.

Weeping for their love, the spirits lament the ill fate of their love.
Where ever their tears land in the snow the Winterblossom sprouts:
Petals of ice, only a hint differently coloured.

Symbol of love.