I'm about to turn into poor country. Now, look. I know that many (most) of you are going to turn on me, but just let me get my point across. I'll just have to turn on my 3:00 AM stupid winger poker mode.
I don't care if some people 'like' those of their same gender. Leave people to do what they want; that's their own business. Sure, it seems weird and unnatural sometimes, but whatever.
Yet, I have to contradict myself a bit. I only have a problem with this whole, "There is no gender!" stuff. Yes, I know, people can do as they like. But, seriously: they say that you've got yourself a mental disorder if you get distracted. And if you can't tell whether you're a male or a female, THAT'S fine? Sometimes I myself wish that I was female (okay, just because I hope that then my dad would get in more trouble, but that's besides the point). But I'm not taking estrogen or wearing leggings.
I know a...um...person (?) that was once a...female, I guess. She (it) or "they" or whatever the **** they call themselves now, wasn't too bad looking. But now she's (it's) got herself (itself) a mullet and wears men's clothes, even going to far as to take testosterone, so that you can't judge by her (its) voice, either.
So, yes, I'm going against my ideologies here. But you can't change biology. If you struggle to remember somebody's name from a week ago, you have a problem, and this whole "non-binary" thing isn't a problem? What about your birth certificate, eh? I guess that the docs just don't know know what they're doing when they take a glance at someone's genitals.
Sorry. I know that this is probably going to be my last post (look at country), but I need someone to explain this ridiculousness to me. Personally, I think it's just called social media.

You guys probably don't remember...
The bodybuilder that drove us through the prairie in his brand new red Mustang? I just found out that his great-uncle is EARL SCRUGGS! So, I am officially able to say that I personally know the grand nephew of this guy. And then here's Brad, listening to My Chemical Romance and Avatar and stuff.

I'll be willing to bet that not a single person here knows what I'm talking about. Okay, then.
How about this: Not Dead Yet.

Behold, Pumpkin: Kitty/Kitty 1/Skinny Kitty/Young Kitty/Other Kitty/Other Other Kitty/Angry Kitty/The noise that you use to call cats that I don’t know how to spell. She’s going to the vet tomorrow, along with Panther, who might have gingivitis and needs dental work. The other three will have to wait.
And don’t worry; she’s fine.

Had a weird, boring dream last night, about you guys. No, country was not trying to pour a Red Bull while on a bucking bull. No, Pumpkin did not transform into a cat...
Country was about 6' 9" tall, and had a deep, dark stubble. He had a thick Russian accent, a gold AK, and an unbuttoned suit with the undershirt only half-way tucked in. Oh, and I remember noting that he smelled of vodka, and he had a big cigar.
Luna was there. We found out that she was a daughter of Athena, but I don't know if she was born from a handkerchief. She had no owls, but two pitbulls, one of which had a dirty pink harness.
Eloquent was in a brown trench coat and matching hat. When she finally took off her hat, there was just a smiling emoji mask, which she refused to take off.
Even Manu was there, with a rainbow beanie, but refused to confess her assumed crimes.
Ironically, jelly was there, but I don’t really remember much about her, other than those pink sparkly glasses.

Queeny, too, but had her hair over her face and had a dirty white night-gown looking thing, and sort of growled.

I think that JD was there, and everyone but me was crowding around him, asking about his favorite food or something… then a few others I don’t remember as well.

It quickly got better, though, when my dream changed to be about me having a duel in Kansas with Wild Bill Hickok. He won, I bled to death there on the dusty street, and I woke up at five o’clock, when I started getting ready.

(And yeah, I have a dream about dying almost nightly. Most times it’s due to shooting, but in others I get stabbed, and I was recently mauled to death by a Griz. The realistic properties of these deaths scared me at first, like how terrifying the slugs felt as they passed through my skin, but I’m used to it now.)

It should go through this time...Look out for a stupid group I made, just because I'm bored.
Crazy Angry Rabid Stick Eating Badgers.

Some songs can just get you out of any funk. For me, this is one of them.