Oppress me

I am an anti-sjw…
What does that mean? It means I am anti pretty much everything popular now.
I know that there are those out to get me but I don’t think it is the world. I am black and don’t think that everyone I meet who is not, hates me.
I do not think that because I am female that I am owed the world on a silver platter. I do know that there are those who feel that my status as a woman is beneath them. I do not think that because I am of a certain sexuality that everyone should be a certain sexuality. I do not believe that people who are straight are the enemy.  I do not think that the LGBT community is as well put together as they hope to be.

I am OK with people hating me because of my skin, because I am a women, because I am of a certain sex. Hate me all you want ok..but still respect me.
Even if my skin disgust you don’t ruin my day because of it. Still make my hamburger or hand me my purchase.  Go ahead and take the stair cause I am on the elevator.  Go ahead and turn up your noise at me. But respect me enough to keep your comments to yourself. If my skin bothers you enough to wear you can not help me then let me know. You can still be kind while being a complete asshat.

If me being a women bothers you, then take it up with my mom and dad’s DNA. Mainly my dad cause it controls most of what my gender will be. If you think I need to “stay in the kitchen” then by all means think it. Just know that I , nor many others, will not date you. There are plenty of women out there who don’t mind cooking and cleaning for their husbands as they work. Don’t be rude about it. Respect any lady who is willing to do that for you. Be a man who is well taken care of it. It is ok. Just try to pay me fairly ok.

My sexuality is not the issue. Who I choose or don’t choose to make woohoo with is my own business.  If it comes up and you hate it. That’s ok. You have a right to disagree with me. Just respect me enough to not change me. Love me for who I am. Not who I sleep with. Or don’t sleep with for that matter.

I am anti-sjw because many people who consider themselves social justice warriors are not OK when people disagree with them. They call them morally wrong, phobic of something, a slave, a Tom, disgusting, ignorant and uneducated.

People are strange ok. We don’t always have to agree and I don’t expect everyone to fall to their feet and love me. Some person out there is bound to hate me. Honestly…and I am being completely honest…I don’t give a fuck if you hate me for being a women, for having a biracial daughters for being black, and not liking intercourse (I don’t like it, but I am open to dating any gender)
Hate me, don’t date me, tell me I am a fool. It may sting for a bit but don’t worry I will be ok. I will still love my mixed baby girl. I will still like being a women (I say like because periods are not fair) and since I don’t understand they hype for sexy stuff, I am ok. Don’t know what I am missing so yea.

Otherwise. Try to oppress me. Try to hold me back due to these things.
I have been called names by black people, many in the LGBT community and other females for my views.
So if you hate me..you are not alone. I can hand you a list of feminist ready to kick my ass as we speak .


Chester story one

I never claimed to be insane. That is just the title you gave me. It is a  small one really, compared to what others have said over the years.
I am not insane…not really.
A few screws loose here and there, but nothing that warrants checking.

I am not insane but go ahead and believe it. Keep calling me all these names and I will soon give you a reason.

It started not long ago…well actually it did. See time has no meaning here. See I was sitting down when someone pointed at me.

Shouting words I can not say. Suggesting things I refused to see.
This person..this creature…who went on and on…didn’t think twice about attacking little ole me.
I was an easy target back then. See I was so small that people either ignored me or tortured me. There was no middle ground..no safe place to hide.
I was forced to sit and wait..see what that day would bring.

Yet that day was different and still much like the rest.
That person sat there screaming…pointing…suggesting…
They called me insane…so I showed them insane
As I politely shoved my knife into their chest. I mean I did say thank you afterwards. I was very kind indeed. It is not everyday you get to see a beating heart.

Sadly they took it to heart…literally!
I assume that they where not brought up with manners such as I,  because as they died, they let out this horrid scream. How rude of them..so I kindly ripped out their vocal cords.

See I am not insane…it is just a title given to me. I am not insane at all.
Even as I tell this story I can see you look away as if you don’t believe me. Clearing your throat , calling for a guard.
I know what they told you about that day.
I know what I saw…
I know what I did….
Why don’t you believe the little ole me could have killed?