maurauder

THIS IS A JOURNAL HIJACKING.

this is now fractal speaking.

I hijack the hawtness that is maurauder. I take her to gay bars, and into my refuge for women my fortress of solitude and estrogen. I feed her beer and tease her hair. I make her listen to emo music and shit talk about the evil that is the penis. I stand proud with her, and look 3 feet above me since I am about eye level with her navel, and scream FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKING PRICKS on my porch drunk at midnight on a weeknight.

I give all of you the finger, since you cannot comprehend the utter and infinite radness that is the maurauder.

-f.



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enter maurauder. it's me again. I just wrote this to a friend, but I liked it so I thought I'd post it. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......


I was talking to Fractal last night and we were discussing our past relationships and how we always stayed so much longer than we wanted to. Theres always something in the first few weeks of a relationship that gives us pause, that makes us go 'wait a minute, this could be a problem'. And every time we brush it off, ignore it, say we can change it, whatever. And everytime that thing, or some derivative of it, is the thing that breaks us up. Every time. And every time there was some point later in that relationship where we realized this thing is actually a big problem. But we didn't get out. For whatever reason, maybe because we've already invested so much time, or it's just more comfortable, we didn't get out. And inevitably it ends, and we've wasted our fucking time and our fucking emotional energy and our fucking youth on men that neither deserve nor appreciate it.

Why do we do this? Why do we play these mind games that deny the reality we see in front of our eyes? We are not in high school any more. We are women, strong beautiful intelligent women who deserve the best. And sometimes the best involves being single. And sometimes the best is falling in love. But the best is NEVER compromising yourself for the sake of 'making it work'. If you are compromising yourself, it will never work. Period.

So thats what we decided last night, on the patio of a gay bar while a building burned not 50 feet away. No more relationship blinders, no more turning a blind eye. We will live for us and only us, and fuck their wounded egos and broken selfish hearts. We will get out.