I’m a bitch. I admit it. When I see something wrong, I’ll speak my mind.

When I see someone’s hard work going to the outhouse without TP, I get pissy. When I see MY hard work going that way, through no fault of my own (or the other worker drones), I get really pissy. That’s when I start thinking maybe the folks in charge should be wiping their own asses with barbed wire, rather than dividend cheques and cash earned from others’ content.

If I hadn’t promised someone I’d do something, I would throw in the towel and say fuckit. No – I’d say FUCKIT.

And I can say that here, because it’s my website, and I’m the “folk in charge”. I don’t think it’s superficial. I’ve had my writing called superficial, because I don’t want it somewhere else anymore, and because of the format I use.

FUCKIT.

Do I think it’s because of what I am, or who I am? No. I know better. It’s because I’m not as lap-dog loyal as I once was. For not being as accepting, encouraging and silent as I once was.

I saw the inside of the beast, and I didn’t like it. I walked. Writers have rights too, and if you want professional work – stop treating them like drones buzzing along making honey. Start showing them some respect, some consideration.

Oh well. FUCKIT.

Just because I do think that place is gonna sink, does not mean I’m gonna run like a rat leaving Titanic. It means I’m cynical.

And I’ll be the one in the dark corner, laughing my ass off (albeit silently) when the last bubbles of air rise.

Murmuring FUCKIT under my breath.