Today I got in a fight.
I said something mean about Michael Jackson on www.wigcrypt.blogspot.com and people didn't like what I said.
"fuck you- you haven't even got any followers."
"fuck you- you ain't nothin but a Beyonceitis wannabe."
"feck you- you look like a cross breed between Rita Revolta and Debbie Rowe."
Shit like that could lead someone like me to a knife. Shit like that could lead someone like me to depression.
The worst part about it was, I was arguing with people that I loved, people who I respected and whose ideas and thoughts on pop culture fuelled my thirst to let the world know about my thoughts and my pop culture values. People who I used to rush home to talk with after turning tricks at the senior citizens home and they were mad at me.
Beyonceitis- I am sorry.
Crunk And Disordely: I am sorry.
Mama: I am gay.
I love my fellow Sasha Fierce Representatives with all my heart and it kills me to think they are mad at me. I won't ever talk bad about Michael again. Just let me come home.
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