God dammit, I am so fucking jelly. Harto wrote a poem for the author. When was the last time I got to interview someone everyone in the world crushes on and they wrote me a poem?
NEVER that’s when. God dammit.
Not that it’s anybody’s business or matters in the slightest, but I was asked for my queer credentials after declaiming on a related subject last week.
You know, I put enough of my life on the Internet that it’s remarkably simple to find out. But for those who can’t be bothered, here’s three summarising links, taken from this very Tumblr.
I said I’d blog about this, and I think I have to, for reasons which will become apparent.
This morning, without thinking, I weighed in on the “is this IGN article the worst or the very worst” debate, which has some important social repercussions, and I’d better follow through.