Gentilly Girl- a part of the 99%

October 6, 2012

How Did the Girl Get Out of the Tomb?

Filed under: Inter/Trans-Sexed,LGBT,Trans-Feminist — Morwen Madrigal @ 1:40 pm

How Did the Girl Get Out of the Tomb?


The girl was entombed in 1992 when I got married.  It was in my mind that having a wife would “cure” me. Still I had to try it. Should’ve known better considering how much I had studied the subject. After nine years of marriage I was starting to see myself becoming an empty shell again.  Attention to all things in Life was waning.


I had bought a computer in ’98 and enjoyed playing around with the immense Web. There were various sites and chats that I would participate in. The Trans chats were special times for me and I enjoyed reading thoughts and plans of others in their Transitions and the hopes of others who really wanted to start their own changes.


Giving up my Transition plans in the ‘80s I saw as fear of losing my job, but it was more than that. Here were folks that overcame the fears and went forward with their lives. They moved their spirits in the direction of finding themselves as being who they were meant to be. I had yet to have the epiphany that the only way I could be whole required me to walk the Path.


One August afternoon in 2001, I was sitting on the bed thinking about things. The next moment I had our shotgun in my lap.  My thoughts were all over the landscape. Staring at the gun was almost hypnotic. It was the center of everything at that moment. I was crumbling right then. It was time to give up. No more pain please.


Then a feminine voice sounded all through the apartment; “You have much more to do”.


I removed the shells and put it all away. I sat there for a time trying to sort this out and then grabbed the phone. My call was to my therapist. She asked if things were okay and I said, “Remember the girl thing?” She said yes, and I told her, “I think she just handed me the shotgun.”


“Are you okay?” I told her yes. “What do you want to do?” I told her that I needed to have a resolution on this from a psychologist. “Is tomorrow okay?”


“I’ll be there Darlin’.”


The evening found me quiet and thoughtful. I saw myself walking on a narrow ledge high up on a mountain. I stumbled a few times and grabbed the cliff face to steady myself. The winds kept pushing me forward along the path. I was heading toward something that would change my life forever. I couldn’t go backwards. The wizard was waiting for me.


Sleep that night was all dreams of me as the girl reliving the adventures and the happiness I felt then. I saw all the places both of us had gone to as one. Nice dinners, movies, music cafes and the nights sharing pizzas in motels. Dancing in strange places and the kinetic thrill of the dance moves was awesome. The cabbies bringing me home and saying “Goodnight Miss.” as I let myself into my various homes. Peace.


I had made several friends in cyber. All were different, but one, Betty Ann Davis became a dear friend. She kept up with me via cell and cyber. We could talk about any and every thing. She was worried when I told her about the shotgun, happy for me going to get my diagnosis and mystified somewhat by the sudden change in me. I told her I was becoming me. That kept her thinking for a long time.


In the morning I made a lunch for my wife at work and told her that I would be running errands later in the day. We didn’t have cell phones yet and it made vanishing easier.  This way I could just focus on the task I set myself the day before.


I was nervous getting ready for my appointment. This isn’t a mental disorder, or is it? Maybe my psych wouldn’t like what I was becoming.  Am I heading to a psych ward?


No. I knew too much concerning the subject. In San Francisco my old therapist said she was pretty sure about me, but I never returned to get a proper diagnosis because I chickened out. I wouldn’t run from this. Not this time. Running away led to death. Accepting what was coming was Life.


Since I had four hours to go before my appointment I decided to take a nap. I fell asleep right away. I thought I heard Chelsea calling me as I drifted off.


Then she appeared to me and said it was time. She was smiling brightly. I asked her what she meant by that.


Chelsea then told me in a quiet voice that this was the proper thing to do. She was being gentle with me. In her hands I had no choice. And I was under her control. She said that she needed healing too. I had a fear that I would vanish. She said, “There is nothing to fear Honey.” as I saw her hands reaching for mine.


Yes, Chelsea had escaped the tomb to save me and had me now. Everything then fell into place: she was me. Not another persona, I was her from now on.She was always me, and that thought pleased me. I couldn’t think about how part of me was, in a sense, separated from me for so long. What had caused the split? I no longer saw us as separate.


Everything she had ever said about this singular point in time was happening to me. I saw how I had been caught the first time I answered her voice. I spent so much time being with her I could barely separate us in my thoughts any more. She stood there smiling in victory. “We started together and we will continue as one from now on.” Slowly she dissolved in my mind’s eye and resurfaced in me. I was crying with joy as my two parts became one. My being was born again whole. I uttered a small prayer of thanks to the Lady.


I decided to use my cyber name as my own: Morwen, the Dark Maiden. Morwen was Chelsea and me grown up. We had gone through good and bad together. In a way we had pulled each other’s tushes out of the fire many times. Morwen was both of us fused back into one person. It was a completion. Both of us were getting our wishes.


Yes, I had my epiphany. “Warp Ten Mr. Sulu.”


My psychologist turned out to be a nice man, a little shorter and younger than me. We discussed the matter at hand and came to a deal: I come in for a few days in order to take tests, and he would do homework to better understand the subject. We shook hands on it and I started on a test.


This went on for four days. We had some long talks about things and about me. I had to dig into my life to answer truthfully. My adventures kept him laughing. With some tales he remarked that that was a dangerous move. I responded with “I had to do something.”


On the fifth day he handed me my diagnosis. Everything was normal except he wrote that I had a tendency to self-medicate. (Big surprise, yeah right.) The last statement said that “Patient meets the standard of the DSM as a transsexual, barring Intersex conditions”.


I was right. A huge sigh confirmed to him that I was okay with this. I thanked him and then stopped by my therapist’s office. She was happy and then asked me how I was going to move forward. That was going to be hard. I had to tell my wife first thing. Being honest with my wife was important, and then I will take my steps forward. She agreed.


After a nice dinner I told my wife about the tests and then handed her the diagnosis. As she read it her frown grew larger. I said that we can talk about it and I wasn’t going to do anything just yet. She stayed quiet and away from me the rest of the evening.  I was sad about all of this, but she had to come to grips with it. Those pages set me on an even keel in Life. Unfortunately she saw it as upsetting our applecart, which was true.


The next week was quiet and we pretty much stayed to ourselves. It hurt that my finding the peace I sought for years was hurtful to another. I would still be myself, but in a different wrapper. Leaving her was not in my plan.


Then one night she came to me in a real determined mood. She announced she had filed for divorce two days after my announcement. She told me her attorney told her she had to tell me because I was going to get a subpoena from the court. I asked her what were the terms and she said that it was irreconcilable differences. She took what she came with and I took what was mine. We would split the fruits of our marriage and go our own ways.


“Sounds fair to me Hon. I’m sorry this is too much for you, but I must be real.”


I told her that she didn’t need an attorney for this. She looked sheepish after that comment. She had wasted hundreds of dollars for this.


Then she asked where I was going to go and I said New Orleans. I refuse to spend more time in the Mid-West. I hate it here. The only reason I am here was because of your desires. Now I go where I wish. She just nodded.


The following month saw some heated clashes and then it settled down. I planned a round trip on the “City of New Orleans” to check the place out. It had been many years since I had been there with Chelsea. My wife quit her job. (Bad timing?)


The trip was a blast. My sister picked me up and drove to Mobile where she lived. I met her Hubby and the two nieces… the girls called me Aunt Morwen. They are very special to me for that and their good souls. I felt so welcome there.


I returned to New Orleans and just wandered around. The city had changed and there was another bridge over the Mississippi that I didn’t know about, but I met fellow travelers in various bars and clubs. Yep, I knew I would be fine there. It was time to make arrangements.


BTW- Betty was on the phone with me all through the trip. She was mesmerized by my descriptions of the place and she wanted to live here. I had a good feeling that she would make the move. My cyber friends liked my plans.


I returned to Indiana and started packing. Hard to do when you have several thousand books and many albums. The place started to look like a warehouse. I was also trying to rent a place in New Orleans. Betty helped in telling the property manager that I wanted the house I saw on the Web. No inspection needed.


I set the date; early March right after my birthday.


The movers had my stuff and I rented a SUV. My brother and his son were coming with me and they would return the vehicle. Cats, computer and some clothes came with me. (Betts had sold me an IBM and I gave the other computer to my ex.)


My last direct talk with my ex was next. I told her I still had love for her and that I was so sorry it had come to this. Her response was “They are going to kill you in New Orleans”. I said, watch me.


The drive started in a near blizzard so I let my brother drive. In Kentucky it turned to rain so I took over. Non-stop we rolled south.


I wanted to get to my new place as quickly as I could.


Twenty hours later we were at the house. It was a big old place. We unloaded my stuff and they took off for Mobile. I was home, free and ready to start a new life. I kept hugging myself as I set the computer up. Then I went online and told friends that I was here. Once again there was happiness.


Later that night the girl walked into a Gay-Leather-Levi motorcycle bar. She started shooting pool as if she belonged there. She did of course.

November 20, 2011

The Missing Lights

Filed under: Inter/Trans-Sexed,LGBT,My Community,Trans-Feminist — Morwen Madrigal @ 2:25 am

For many years I have referred to those of our little tribe as Magic Workers, those who find the Truth buried inside their souls and strive mightily to understand and then bring into the Light of Reality their shining , living flame: their Truth and Life. Many I have known with varied levels of closeness and others I never had the pleasure to be able to, but all of them are as a collection of living and flowing energies that I see through my eyes. I am always proud to say that I consider it an honor to be a member of such an amazing collection of Spirits.

And with that said , when one of those flames vanish from my Sight there is always sadness and anger. Sadness for those never known and anger because there are people in this World that hate folks like us so very much for the very fact that we are becoming, or have become, what our Spirits demand: we must BE, for Being is the fulfillment of Living.

Those flames taken from us lessen the power of Life and the Darkness comes closer. Those who are injured burn with less intensity and the Shadows grow larger. And for those who do continue on our own Journeys and experience anger, the anger which creates a fire that rages, may we find a way instead of creating a torch that welcomes and comforts, that helps light the way of the Paths everyone must travel. Humanity needs this Teaching.

For those taken away, may your Journey be swift to the loving Heart of the One. For those who are injured may you find solace and a rekindling within yourselves. For those of us who suffer not these evils may we grow stronger and brighter in order to pierce the shadows and ward off the darkness…

For we are, Sisters and Brothers, a part of Nature’s spectrum of what all can  become, and we shall change hearts and minds and souls. And we will help in creating a New World.

On this Transgender Day of Remembrance may we as a tribe count our hurts and our Blessings, and create that day when hatred of us dies. And may all of us live in Peace.

In the Name of the Great Mother, So Mote It Be.

November 16, 2009

And I Am To Vanish Into the Mists?

Filed under: LGBT,New Orleans,Trans-Feminist — Morwen Madrigal @ 3:16 am

back in time there was a child, a freak of nature, though that child never knew the truth. A child who walked to school, studied hard and one that fulfilled the wishes of it’s parents; to be the best that you can be and never forget where you came from. The child who held their Mom as she died very early and a Dad that lost it because his world had ended. The child who became a “Mom”. A child who did everything to please…who had a goal in mind; “Evey chance for everyone”. The child thought, “I leave no one behind”.

That child wound up being the Class Valedictorian as it worked full-time to keep it’s world and the family safe, rated by the Military and many colleges as a prime choice- 200+ IQ and being part of the one hundreth of one percentile of the entire population. “There is nothing you can’t do.” they said. “The World is your oyster”. And that child turned down their Dad’s second mortgage to finance that child’s college fees because the child was worried about their siblings’ chances to be able to further themselves. That child did not want preferential treatment. The child knew what it was directed to do, what the Inner Voice called for.

That child went into Nuclear Engineering in the Navy, loving the calculations and the whole process, but after 9 years left for something different. The child decided to deal with people instead of equations, since people were what the child wanted to be involved with. It’s what the child needed in it’s soul. Connections with others was what that child craved, needed, and desired.

Yes, the child is me.

I’m an Intersexed woman with a healthy dose of Aspergers Syndrome to boot. And all I have ever wanted was to tend my own garden and see folks living happy lives. Sadly, that was never to be my fate. I have seen too much.I must speak from my heart and speak for those like me.
And I must live by the words of the Lady.

And no, She will not lend her mind to their crap; My belief and trust is in people. “Such a waste”, said my in-laws… “You could make so much money”. My answer was about how does money asauge the pain others are going through, the drive for true equality, the knowledge that you have a part in all of this?

My answer was that it didn’t.I don’t agree with the “$$$=Success” model. My sisters and brothers need folks like me. Our city needs those like me.We are the Guardians. Not the Watchers, but those who defend. Not Warriors, but Healers.

Welcome to the new World. “I AM” is the most important statement one can make about their life. That’s the moment you “Become”.

And yes the World is my oyster and I will not vanish into the Mists.

November 4, 2009

Remember “Maine”

Just fuck me now. Yesterday  the Christa-fux voted to dis-allow Same-Sex Marriage in Maine even though it was approved by the Courts, the Legislature and the Govenor. The recognition of equal rights for all Americans was negated by a bunch of cross-wearing fools that hate lives like the one Betts and I have together. Their “religion” tells them that people like us are evil and do not deserve the Rights of being a couple and living a life together. (Same shit went down in California last year with Prop. 8.)

They have decided that they can have Rights not available to other Americans that they deem unacceptable.  People like me and mine don’t count in America. We are to be discounted as Human Beings. This is wrong.

I’m not a slave to a “burning bush”. I do not believe in a book written by Mid-Easterners from as far back as 3,500 BCE.  I am a well-educated person living in the 21st Century. I’m a scientist, an engineer and a retail manager. I know how to live in the Reality that I’m presented with.

I’m a tax-paying citizen of this country and a Veteran. I don’t over-tax the Social network because I do things on my own. How fucking dare you cross-wearing mooks deny me MY RIGHTS just because you or your holy book don’t agree with my life. (I’m not the one birthing 12 kids when I can’t pay for them)

I gave almost ten years of my life to defend this country and Her ideals. I defended your right to live your life even when I disagreed with your choices. Never, NEVER, would it be in my soul to deny you your desires or beliefs.  “Different strokes for different folks”.  What makes you better than me? What about your life outweighs the life I live? Nothing that I can see.

My life with Betty is one where we work our tushes off to support community and other efforts. We are people that believe that unless you are a criminal, just live your life. Your lives are like ours; choices. How do we differ?

I have a solution to this entire problem- we get rid of all special benefits for married couples. We eliminate all benefits for kids. Hey, we are all just individuals and none of us should get more goodies than another. And let’s get rid of the tax exemption for religious companies?Let’s level the playing field.

Can you see an equitable Future that I see?

So you fucking Christa mooks, take your filthy hands off of our lives. Do not attack us for our ways and we don’t come after you for being Stone-Agers.  Let me and mine live our lives in peace.

Me and mine will eventually have full equality in this land… you may not like it, but FUCK YOU.  We are citizens of the United States.

January 13, 2009

And Now the Mooks Want Secrecy

Filed under: LGBT,Sex,Social Mores,Trans-Feminist — Morwen Madrigal @ 3:55 am

It’s no freakin’ news that I hate the Religeous Reich and their duped followers. Now they wish to shield those who donated monies to push Prop. 8 through in California a few months ago.

But they will want to see how much I donated in order to stop them.

“Our supporters should not be discriminated against for their beliefs, ” ” Sorry, but your kind attacks any person or group that aids our side”,

I’m an Intersexed woman. I have ovaries, a uterous, tiny Testes and a man-made penis… all done for the glory your God and your social systems’ Polar constructs.

You and your kind made my life a living Hell for almost forty years. Your kind refers to me as damaged , but it’s your surgeons that did the nasty on my body. I can’t feel that which most people feel all because you and your philosophy was going to “cure” me. It didn’t work assholes… I’m still here and I do know the truth about what you did to me and my sisters.

You fight against folks like me to have a loving relationship and the same perks you “married” assholes enjoy. You think you are sanctified and people like me are damned to Hell.

Sorry you worthless pieces of flesh. My Goddess has spoken and Betty’s Lord consecrated our union. No one can stand against the Word of the One.

In the fullness of Time I will see the destruction of your thought patterns and what you consider your “lives”. My wish is to be the one that pushes the button that removes you from what we others consider Life.

I desire revenge for what you and your filthy beliefs made of my life. My pain, nightmares, my inability to just be Human are not the causes of my revenge,  I wish to help those like me to come be able to have a full rich life. My wish is that I will be the last one so afflicted. That I may be the last of my tortured kind.

That’s the only price/ransom I desire.

I want to know who spends money to continue my Hell, and I want them to know of those who fight against their B/S.

I want the enemy to stand face-to-face with me, and then we will find out who is stronger,

Bring it on mooks. I am Hers, and there isn’t anything I can’t beat.

And I now go to Blessed sleep. May the New World never hurt another child like the old one did to me.

December 18, 2008

The T in LGBT That Will Not Remain Silent

Filed under: Campaign 2008,Inter/Trans-Sexed,LGBT,Trans-Feminist — Morwen Madrigal @ 7:59 pm

Yeppers, that would be moi.

There’s a current controversy about the minister that Obama has chosen fo his inaugaration as President.

I don’t give two shits about Warren filling this role- I just ignore Evangelicals since most of them are mooks. My heart automatically protects me.

Now, I want Barack Obama to utter the word “Transgendered”.

Is that too much to ask considering us Trans folk almost universally voted for the man?

September 24, 2008

Jefferson Parish Sure Knows How To Pick ‘Em

Whilst the U.S. “seems” to be rivited on this whole bullshit Socialism bailout for the investment bank industry, gnashing their teeth and wringing their hands (mainly the executives and politicians who created this mess) I’m burned out on doing research on the whys, wheres, whos and the final outcome of the rush to save the rich and greedy mooks out there in money land. I’m holding out for a few days to really get into it since I need to build up my source links for the post. (Yes, I’m very anal over the situation.)

So Gentle Readers, I’m going to go over an unbelievable outrage being “researched” right now in our beloved neighboring Parish, lovable, fun-loving, family-values oriented Jefferson Parish… Land of David Duke and his honorable supporters. I tried to write about this last night when the story broke, but my dictum of “Read, Vomit, Delete” kept getting in the way. This hits way too close to freakin’ home for me. Writing from a slow simmer sometimes works better than from a roiling boil.

Consider State Rep. John LaBruzzo, a fun-loving family-values sort who is so very concerned about the impact of the poor folks on State finances and he’s coming up with a solution- State sponsored sterilization. (I guess this might be considered better than “Are there no workhouses? Are there no debtor’s prisons?”) No, our whimsical LaBruzzo wants to “decrease the surplus poor population” with a $1,000 bribe to undergo losing one’s ability to have children.

Here is his rationale for this current attempt at Eugenics Jefferson Parish style-

“LaBruzzo said he worries that people receiving government aid such as food stamps and publicly subsidized housing are reproducing at a faster rate than more affluent, better-educated people who presumably pay more tax revenue to the government. He said he is gathering statistics now.”

Is this the 21st Century way of saying “We don’t want those kinds of folks around”?

On the other hand, he desires perks for the “right” kinds of people-

“It also could include tax incentives for college-educated, higher-income people to have more children, he said.”

Like this world needs more freakin’ Yuppies.

Here’s a little bit from the New Orleans City Business News-

LaBruzzo- “If both the welfare and Social Security system keep growing, one day we’re going to have a small minority of people working to fund and finance everybody else who isn’t working or producing,” LaBruzzo said. “Our kids, who will be working, will be the minority and any vote of theirs will be canceled out. If your livelihood is based on government handouts, why would you ever vote for somebody who is going to lower taxes? They never would. So once we reach that breaking point there’s no return.”

And from Shana Griffin, interim director of the New Orleans Women’s Health Clinic-

“If someone doesn’t have a car and needs to utilize city-assisted evacuation, that makes them a social burden? The fact that he feels so comfortable and entitled to make these statements is a reflection of our society, that we’re OK with the most vulnerable of our community being blamed for the social, economic and political crises that we’re experiencing,” Griffin said. “If we really want to improve the lives of people in our communities we would think about raising the minimum wage, holistic health care, improving labor laws, employment opportunities for all people and the educational system.

“Instead he wants to use a form of medical experimentation and forced sterilization on poor women of color, using their economic status as a way to make them more vulnerable to the offer.”

I also read an article last night where LaBruzzo is worried that because of differing birthrates between the Haves and the Have-Nots will alter voting patterns here in the Gret Stet. He was worried that his kind would lose elections. Sadly, any and all links to articles containing that admission are gone from the Web. I know I read that statement. Can we say “purge an unwanted statement”?

Rep. John LaBruzzo is a major fucking FUCKMOOK!

Now, why does this tale affect me much more than just the Racist aspect of the entire exercise? I AM a victim of Eugenics… the things medicine did to Intersexed people years ago in the name of Social stability and normalcy was horrible. We had to be corrected, and often said corrections render my tribe sterile. “Lord knows we don’t wany any of those teratologies (Medical= monsters) in our neighborhood. Think of the children!”. (Screw that shit.)

It has been found that my kind of body may very well have been fertile if the surgeons would have lopped the mis-formed Boy parts off and allowed me to be Female. Did the concept of Eugenics lead them to forever close the door to me reproducing? The answer is- wait for it… YES!

So though I’ve never been on Welfare or Food Stamps (outside of the Gustav food aid), and besides my utter outrage concerning LaBruzzo’s “thoughts” on Social Engineering, I have now developed a healthy hatred towards any one, any one, who voted for this prick or David Duke in the Past. You creatures are the ones that need to face extinction, not those who just live and let live.

May the Goddess have mercy on your wretched, twisted souls.. I can’t.

September 16, 2008

The Roll of the Dice

Filed under: LGBT,Trans-Feminist — Morwen Madrigal @ 1:16 pm

I, like so many of my Trans sisters and brothers, we are awaiting a decision on this case. Will Title 7 become our protection/liberataion? I hope so.

August 4, 2008

I’m in Fucking Pain…

Filed under: Inter/Trans-Sexed,Trans-Feminist — Morwen Madrigal @ 7:02 am

So some mother fucking cock decided to kill one of my little sisters after, days after, he realized who he was dealing with.

That’s a manly act, considering he had already had sex and did’nt realize who he was dealing with.  He had sex with the girl, came back two days later and then beat her to death with a fire extinguisher. Is it guilt or fucking stupidity?  (Ya’s don’t reach to the crotch and make your partner happy? ‘Tis a “manly” act… umph, umph, umph… I’m done.)  This prick is a pig, and he’s going to the pig pen and I pray that he enjoys his new life. (Okay bitch, here it comes!)

Angie is one of those who are one in one thousand births. It’s called endocrine disruption in utero. I am Intersexed… my kind, my kind is about one in every 2,500 births. She and I are as Nature made us. This isn’t a choice, it is a natural reality.  Neither one of us have/had a choice (unless it’s to deny self and live in pain), so we must be as we were created. To have a life is to accept the cards one is dealt.

From my point of view, one must grow where they are planted and live by that. In other words, we must be what we are. Many of our kind never make it past their 30th birthday, but those of us who accept and live with it have long and fruitful lives, unless that life is cut short by some heartless, clueless, bigoted fool or a blind society.

We are not a part of the polar society (if there really is one). We are part of the spectrum of Human kind. We are not yes or no, not plus or minus, not one or the other. We are just ourselves walking this green Earth, and we should not be demonized, marginalized or harmed for being what we are. We are sacred within the Lady’s eyes, and we should be respected as such. (walk a mile in my pumps Dearies) We are just like each and every one of you…  my hope is that you understand that.

No more Angies Darlin’s… no more. This is just one case out of hundreds.

There are Transvestites and others, but those of us who walk the talk and just live are real and whole. This is about our lives and realities. We harm no one and we wish to not be harmed as we do so. We are as Human as you… but we are a little different, and that ain’t bad. It’s about how Nature made us all, understand?

Please try to learn to understand who we are and what we are not, That’s all me and mine ask.

June 17, 2008

Why Are We Seen As Evil?

Filed under: LGBT,Trans-Feminist,Witch Stuff — Morwen Madrigal @ 1:31 pm

Today is the first day that same-sex couples are allowed to be married in California. And yes, the cross-wearing shits are freaking out.

The Constitutions of the Federal Government and the States do not not allow religious biases on Social issues. Our country exists under the rule of law and not some stupid book of Middle Eastern mythology shit. That is the promise to all citizens of our Country. Each and every one of us are to be respected under Law, and not be subjected to the “beliefs” of others.

I’m a veteran, and an Intersexed woman (mutilated by Christian fools), and I am a Lesbian… leave us alone and let us be with our partners. How the fuck does this harm you?

Does my life threaten you so much? Is your God powerless or impotent against me and mine? (That’s a yes to both questions)

Why is it that me and my baby share a bed and love each other and it’s wrong? My Goddess states that “All acts of love are Holy in mine eyes”. She is stronger than any god you can throw at me.

My “union” with Betty is Sacred. The Goddess and the Lord smile upon us. What we have is Sacred and loving. If any of you have a prob with that, fuck you.

Leave our tribes alone you fuckmooks.

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