drunk on liberation

What’s shakin’, bongo players.

As I semi-anxiously await word on Atheist Tiki Hour and its Atheist Republic release, I have been entertaining myself on the internet. Twitter is my happy place, and now Imzy as well.

This morning, I saw a magnificent object on Twitter, and Mai Tai decrees I must add it to the heathen temple that is Apostate Island, my home and hollowed-out volcano.

Would you look at this thing of beauty:


Stunning. I am not worthy.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I’ll be one of the fabulous people doing voiceovers for magnificent atheist Peachy Fiend‘s upcoming project, the Unicorn and Toast animated series. It’s going to be a blasphemous blast. I’m excited as fuck to be part of this project. There are no gods but Unicorn and Toast—except for Crab Rangoon, Egg Roll, and Mai Tai, of course.

I am doing very well these days. Better than I ever have in my entire life.

For the past three years or so, I’ve gone through some huge changes and adjustments. I’ve gone from yearning to be a meek, mild, submissive shadow, from being enslaved by an abusive religious system and its insidious, imaginary Lothario and his court of subservient demiurges, to owning, embracing, and celebrating my plain, wondrous humanity.

Not so long ago, I was a shadow.

Now, I am radiant, bold, I shine like the star-stuff of which I’m composed.


I am high on liberation, let me tell you. Or drunk. Either way, it’s good.

As ever, I’m a lover and not a fighter, but these days, I will state that yes, I have opinions. Not everyone has to like them or agree with them, but I have a voice. I have as much right to speak as everybody else does.

And I treat myself with respect. I ask for it as well. I’m not a fucking carpet.

For various reasons, I spent most of my life striving to be inoffensive, to make as little noise as possible, and upset no one. Those days are over.

I’m diplomatic by nature, I like to get along, to promote peace whenever I can. I think that works well; it’s beneficial. It fosters mutual happiness.

There are times, however, when one must do this (all hail Ricky):


Most of the time, I’m like, “Have a Mai Tai, gorgeous.” Sometimes, it’s “All right, I’ve had enough of this shit. Sayonara.” I prefer the former, but both are healthy. Human.

Surf’s Up.

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