If you must whine, watch out for friendly-fucking-fire.

Oh the trial it is to write a bloody research paper... Oh do give pity upon the poor souls forced to do as much. And ya know who else is worth more of your pity? Somebody who chose a subject about which they have a fiery, perhaps dangerous, passion. Indeed. Pity me. A person who chose perhaps one of the topics most dear and important to me.


What is this topic that stirs such a dangerous emotion? Gay marriage. Now, I would normally rant about this but alas, I lack the energy at this very moment, all of my willpower sucked away in this paper I had to write. I have rather a selfish interest in the approval of gay marriage, being bi myself and wishing ever so that I was allowed the right of marrying whomever I chose. And this interest causes me to argue the point quite passionately until I am literally blue in the face. Do not cross me when I am in such a fit and if your opinion is contrary to mine, unless you can debate as well as I with a thick skin to protect yourself, I do ask that you keep it to yourself, for the sake of both of us.


Only one thing gets me more passionate than the topic of gay marriage and that is the disgusting standard set by the "don't ask, don't tell" policy. How sickeningly egotistic it is to believe that if an individual is interested in your gender they are inherently interested in you, personally; thus the government qualifying this horror as necessary to avoid awkwardness in the workplace of our armed forces.


How dare such a slimy, egotistic worm assume that I am some promiscuous deviate who will clearly make sexual advances towards them at every moment, making the environment "Unwelcoming". You're getting shot at. Quit fucking whining about "unwelcoming" you fucking pansy. Or at least have a good reason too. Like me. me? I have a good reason to whine. My life apparently isn't even good enough to act as cannon fodder for my country. So no. You, my dear bunkmate, may not whine about how "unwelcoming" and "uncomfortable" I make you simply by being in such a way I cannot help. Or, if you must whine, watch out for friendly-fucking-fire.


Personally, you could have the most amazing body possible to me, male or female but if you are so entirely self-absorbed to assume that I must lust after you to the extent I'd hit on you constantly, harassing you... *Boom* You killed any and all appeal. And I'll betcha that's what you do to the gender you're trying to attract, you bimbo.