The reason why I engineered my blog to be as tacky and gross and positively tasteless by default is because I wanted it to become it's own defense mechanism. Against anonymous hecklers and bashers who have reserved a special place in their cowardice for hurling cheap insults towards tacky gay bloggers like my person. I've heard it before and then some -- "Really dude, this blog you have here is just so full of crap." Oh, how did you know? Was it because of that lovely picture so strategically placed on my banner? Or was it because there's "shit" in the blog title? "Well, it's just so gay. Like cocksucking gay!" Why slap me silly and paint me red! Are you, perhaps, a psychic? Tell me, you smart little thing, was it because my blog's pink? Or maybe, just maybe, and I'm seriously hazarding a guess here, maybe because I said so in my profile?
Hello, my name's Momel, and I'm a screaming faggot."
I sure hope you didn't miss that part. That would have been the fucking death of me. This precaution also goes out towards you filthy pig dog Grammar Nazis who advocate the deconstruction of how a person uses his nouns and verbs and prepositions and clauses and shit. Well just so you fuckers know, I employ what is called "Dumpster English" in my writing, and I'm also disposed to making up words like "Dumpster English" in my writing. You turds are missing the point. So screw you.
And besides, writing with sticky fingers is just a thoroughly difficult thing to do.
My advocacies include relevance, the love of your life, scheduling your posts, and finding time to masturbate. These things are easily, next to sequins and semen, some of my most favorite things.
And I LOVE to bash.