Havent had a rant in ages. My work blog that carries my heavy art loads to the world has to sustain this veneer of professionalism. Which is partly why JERRY THE FAF exists. This space is the other side of the coin. It allows me to abandon my responsibility to a discontent community.
Those fucking bitches get all bent out of shape when their men are depicted as fags. I get shot at as if pointing out the reality of mutual male attraction amongst Pacific Island men is some kind of fucking urban legend. When the truth remains, there are no myths or eatarse legends at your disposal to talk away the fact that your husbands, brothers and sons are fly by night cock sucking, ass riming homosexuals.
So now my resolution is to forget you. No more quaint exhibitions that cushion you like a baby cradle to the idea of Fa'afafine or gay males existing, flourishing, in spite of all your colonial religious bullshit.
I'M JUST GONNA MAKE THAT GAY SHIT YOUR SO AFRAID OF. I'M GONNA 'OUT' YOUR FATHERS AND SONS. I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT THE SEX. AND I'M GONNA ENJOY EVERY MINUTE OF IT. SO THERE WE ARE. NOW YOU CAN SE MY FACE.