Satan Letters 2: Begging for Eternal Winter

HAIIIILLL SATAN!!!! HAILLLL SMM SMM!!! I praise you dark and unholy lord!!!!

Dear Satan,

This weekend it was Jesus Christ's fake birthday. And the "people of God" celebrated it anyway. Talk about serving one master lol. The weather is disgusting. No snow at all and it is a shame. I want a winter to last for months and months!!! A foot of snow everyday!!! Is there a ritual to bring on the snow? If there is, send it to me. This is December. I remember when I first moved to this state on the opposite side, it would snow in October. There was always ice storms and snow all over the fucking place!!! What happened to the seasons????! Perhaps a little has to do with the ozone layer, or perhaps our planet is tilted the wrong way. Whatever it may be dark lord, please bring us eternal winter!!!! ❄ ❄ ❄ The satanic fire keeps me warm throughout the whole time.

Yours satanic and truly,

Clawdette Smm Smm🎃🎃🎃🎃

Letters to Satan 1

Haiiiiiil Satan!!!!! HAILLLLLL Smm Smm!!!! Praise our dark and unholy lord!!!!

HI!!!

Dear Satan,

Today is a beautiful miserable cold winter day! Just exactly like I like it. It is another great day to be a sinner here on planet earth. I'm writing because it's been a while. I have been going through some mild depression lately and trying so hard to overcome it by talking to you and the demons. I haven't given my tarantulas the attention I usually do. They are mad. I have been slacking on my stretching, my balloon making, and so many other things that are important to me. I also haven't been in contact much with my satanic sister The Blind Satanist and encouraging people to adopt Smm Smm. I will get right back to it anyhow. It's already in progress. All these lousy humans surrounding me are distracting me from what is important and from keeping me awake to the truth about the Earth's future. Everyone is rising against each other over politics. None of them realize they are just doing your work. The violence, the evil, everything in YOU. As I always say, people are Satanists and don't even realize it 🎃. If only people can see that sinning without trying to make up for it is so much easier than walking on air. And by walking on air I mean, repenting. Because in this world very few sincerely want to be a true person of God. There is too much hypocrisy. And we're all not exempt. So I will forever remain one of yours. We are too close to ending there is no way back. That's all for now. Shemhamforash.

Clawdette Smm Smm

Lets talk about Spiders baby!

Haiiiiiil Satannnnnnnnn!!!!! Praise Smm Smm!!! Shemhamforash!!!

To my readers of which there are probably none,

Hola Bonjour!!!! I wanna talk about spiders and what they have to do with me. Arachnids are a big deal to me. Like a REALLLY BIG FUCKING DEAL. Arachnids are my first family. My tarantulas are the family I never had. I love and adore all Arachnids. Specifically spiders, scorpions, and orpiones (daddy long legs or harvestmen).

I have dreams about my tarantulas all the time. My current tarantulas that I do have are Izzy my female Gramastola rosea. Jellybean, my male Chromatopelma cyaneopubecens. Leeloo, my female Gramastola pulchripes. Last, Otto my male Gramastola rosea. I am hoping to extend my Arachnid family some more.

Here's the deal, Spiders especially are like what puppies and kittens are to you probably. I don't like mammal creatures and it's hard for me to find anything cute about them. So show me all you want but I think they're gross. I fell in love with spiders when I was a little girl coming from NYC to country ass Pennsylvania. I didn't know such beauties existed until I came to the poconos to visit while in foster care. From then on, I studied. I started with getting books from the library to going outside digging for spiders. Most of the time I'd find the wrong bug. Because I was the brave one not afraid to pick up the bugs in the house, and I was always getting caught talking to roaches and ants, I quickly went from killing them to taking them outside alive. I then took a break from my spider craze and became obsessed with jellyfish and volcanoes 😄😄😄. Then 7th grade came along and my science teacher happen to have a beautiful black tarantula that snapped me outta jelly volcano land, and then I fell in love again 😍😍😍😍!!!

When people tell me about how they killed a spider last night, or how they "accidentally" squished or sprayed it, I'll admit, I get infuriated 😡😡😡. I don't wanna hear that shit. These are the creatures I raise and breed. It's been like 7 years. I think about if my tarantulas weren't with me, what some inconsiderate slimebag would do to them. I keep all spiders safe and welcome them all in my home. They are not dirty. I'm not afraid of venom or getting bit. That's not how it is. My Spider Power website explains all. I'll talk more. For my highschool senior project, a 7th grade teacher lent me her class for a whole period, and I taught the whole class about spiders. I even bought a tarantula preserved in a clear block for them to pass around. My adopted sister and two other friends were my helpers as I took the stage. Also I ended it with spider designed cookies made by my best friend and a spider word search I put together for the kids. It was good time.

I think more people should know the TRUTH and more about arachnids. And that's what I'm gonna do! Spread the web of the spider word! It's what Satan made me for. Oh and for being a clown and just a fucking weirdo in general.

That's it for now! Hail Satan!!!

Oh, and if you haven't, ask me more about my Satanic Sister's Smm Smm cards so that you too can adopt him into your hearts! 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

Image below is of Izzy's most previous moult!

Two minutes, Not Even, of your time for Spider's Bullshit

Haiiiiil Satan!!! Dark and unholy lord!!! Haiiiiiil Smm Smm!!!!

Hullo!

It is my second morning off for a change. All I have been doing is working both my jobs non stop for the past month. I have also been working on some new acts. The ball is rolling on Satan's Side of The Road Show. Hoooray!!!!! So I'm looking forward to that. Ya know, most of the people that know me know that I've been working on my goals to be a fulltime circus performer. I've been training myself for over a year to get circus bendy. And I'd eventually like to do some type of acrobatics. One day huh? I have also been working on some new balloons for my show. And a new sword swallowing act. Ooooohhhh!

I know it sounds like I'm overworking myself. Especially cuz I'm doing it all on my own. I have a couple people who are helping me with putting on the actual shows, but I mean my acts. I feel like in the end it'll pay off. I'm sure to a lot of sideshow vets, I'm that girl who sucks or tries too hard 😄. If ya don't try then ya can't do what you want to. I have stopped trying to be a part of the common sideshow community, because even in clown circus world, there is drama. I seem to always be the one that everyone ends up steering away from because of my views and opinions. I say what I feel. I just was talking to someone yesterday about how I don't pick a side between being liberal and conservative. I think for myself. Whatever I feel is right to me is what I feel is right. Whatever I feel is wrong, is what I feel is wrong. I have that right. When I socialize, I do so with a variety of people. These all are different from me and they all have many different views. I like that I get to see how others feel about certain topics. It seems like people are dividing because they choose to separate themselves from the people who don't share their views. And no matter how much you express that something you don't agree with is wrong, you're not gonna fucking change people's minds. Cramming things in people's faces get you no where. They are gonna think however the fuck they want. It kills me when I see people who call themselves "open minded" and open to new things. But they are not open to the minds and the things of someone who disagrees with them. I guess it's human nature. I have done it and felt that way before. And catch myself some times doing that if the person is just completely being stupid and ignorant. But most of the time, I keep my mind broadened to everything and everyone. With all the political bullshit going on, it's becoming chaos.

I have people on my Facebook page who are Trump supporters and ones who are Hillary supporters. And there's even still Bernie supporters. Okay cool. That's y'all thing. That's what you believe and support. Ok. That's their right shit. I'm not gonna delete someone because they have a different view. I think that's petty as shit. We're suppose to all be different and open minded aren't we? Isn't that what humans so called want? Diversity and to all be united? That requires everyone not being the same. I don't really get the world. All I know is, I have things to do. I'm gonna keep pursuing my circus career and keep my focus where it needs to be. It's cool if you like it,  it's cool if you don't. Just make sure you're thinking for YOURSELF. That's all! See ya next week!!!

Hail Satan!!! Hail Smm Smm!!!!
🎃🎊🎉🎈🎃👻👻👻🎃🎃👻

Hawaiian Birds

Haiiiiiiiiil Satan!!!!! Hail the demon Smm Smm!!!!

Good Afternoon readers of which there are probably none. I finally have a morning off! I was able to make my own breakfast and my own lunch without spending money because I'm always on the go. My breakfast consisted of satanic eggs and ham and all washed down with a satanic cherry smoothie!!! 🍒🍳!

While I was making breakfast, I put on some old cartoon classics. I have tons of old cartoons. It's all I watch. It's really all I care to watch. I have a hen in the oven for lunch time and breakfast was complete. I sit down in my big blue chair and scarf down my food. In the middle of it, a cartoon called Hawaiian Birds comes on. I wasn't exactly familiar with this one, but I'm watching. Now before I go on with my story, I hear a lotta tripe about how relationships back in the day were so much more modest and stronger. There was always a mommy and daddy. Every child was always legitimate. Bleh bleh bleh. Mind you, this cartoon was made in the early 1940s.

On with Hawaiian Birds,

Two birds in vacation clothes, male and female are in love. They are flying over Hawaii with hearts in their eyes. Just so in love. Maybe even newly weds. There's some cheesy Hawaiian love song playing. They are just sooooo fucking IN LOVE!!!!! No one in the world exists but them. They finally stop and perch on a lovely tree. This is the tree they decide to build their vacation nest or home I suppose. They start the nest together all in love and shit. They gather parts. The female bird doesn't help for too long. She's in her little hula outfit just dancing and loving the weather. The male bird just keeps on building. All he can think of is his beautiful bird girl wife or whatever the fuck. In the short distance, a troupe of bigger birds zoom in. The leader is in fancy clothes and his suitcase reads BIG CITY ORIOLES. So obviously he's from the city. All big and rich. He sees the female bird dancing around. He likes what he sees. A nice piece of tail feather. So he flies over and lands on the branch. She's all taken aback by this rich ass fancy bird man. He's all like "How'd you like to join our troupe?" The female bird didn't even think about it. She was all quick to up and leave her man, who is not aware of what's going on because he is still building. She pulls a little leaf off the tree and writes Gone North. Goodbye. That's all. Just "Bye lousy asshole. I'm off with my new rich city guy to get money. Bye loser!" Pitiful bitch huh? She takes off with The Big City Orioles.

The male love bird has completed the beautiful love nest only to find that his bride is gone. He looks around the branch and finds the note she left. He is soooo heartbroken. How could she do this shit!??? He doesn't like the idea. He wants his woman. He wants what's his. So what does this mook do? He flies all the way north for her bird ass.

Up North in the city, it's snowing everywhere! It's night time. Blizzard and windy. Burrrrrrr!!!! Meanwhile at The Big City Orioles Night Club, little miss trick ass chick, is being thrown out of the club by the big rich guy. He kicks her right in the snow and she only has a skirt on with no top. I wonder what kinda joint that was lol. Anyway, she knocks on the door and he opens it, and she pleads with her life for him to let her back in. She even bats her birdie eyes and he just throws her right back in the snow. Then he slams the door again. She knocks and pleads once more, and he repeats and throws her ass further out in the snow. All is lost for her. She so cold and lonely. She stumbles to the edge of a building. She pulls out a picture of her husband bird. She kisses it several times and starts crying. She knows she screwed up. So she ties her wings together somehow and goes to drop off the building twice, but CHICKENS out lol. Before a third attempt, the good male bird stops her. Oh she's sooooooooooo happy to see him again!!! She's so sorry and will never do it again. They fly back to Hawaii and she's in awe at the nest he built. They go inside and get it on. Psych they were only kissing, but he did pull the shade down before The End, so I take it they were gonna get it on.

Well it looks like this sorta thing doesn't just exist these days. Thoughts?

Hail Satan!!! HAIL SMM SMM!!!!

"You come up the regular way, don't get blown up!"

Hailllll Satan!!! Real Satan! Praise the dark and holy Lord of this world!

Hola bonjour!

Spider here. The itsy bitsy fucking Spider. Today I'm going to explain why I can't just be this or I can't just be that. As you all know, I'm a clown. I started putting on the face paint however 5 years ago. You don't become a clown, you're born one. Now, there was a time in my life where I was really low low low about myself. So low, that dirt sat on top of me. As a little girl, I think I was a cute kid. People told me all the time so I just took their word for it. And when you're a kid, that kinda stuff never mattered to me. I can't say that for all. But when I went home, it was different. The Queen Bitch (my foster mother) would tell me otherwise. She has called me ugly or not so good looking more than she ever complimented me. Which was barely ever. As I grew into a teenager, well at least my feet did, that sorta thing started to matter. I was thirteen when I really started to enter the "lovely" world of puberty. It got from "tra-la-la cartoons!" to "tra-la-la cartoons and do I look too flat chested in this dress?" sorta thing. I'll be honest, I wasn't as ugly as a teenager as I saw, but I wasn't much to look at. I was definitely part of the loser's club. Maybe even the president. Always wore unflattering geeky clothes or everything was baggy. I hid under a hoodie all the time even in the summer time. Moving along, then I am now a woman (snort). And I look different from then. I found confidence somehow and can now feel amazing and do amazing things. I realized what my foster mother and foster sisters said was all because they were jealous. They knew that I had so much energy and drive and even though I have an extremely wild imagination, that whatever I wanted and whatever I wanted to be, I was gonna do it. Oh and when someone makes it a point to make fun of your looks everyday and night, when nothing is wrong with you, then it's blatantly due to jealousy. Oh and you can't spell jealousy without LOUSY.

I left that hellhole at 17. Made my way back and forth from town to town in eastern PA and my city NYC. I ended up enrolling myself in a Job Corp center just to take on a trade. Ya know, learn a new skill that maybe I could turn into a career. I graduated. But yet something inside me wasn't really all about electrical. I was too silly for that shit! Fuck, I even graduated from a no longer existing IT school and have an associates in Computer Networking and I don't even remember half that shit.

I wanted to pursue so many careers. I first wanted to be a volcanologist. I still do 😄. Then I wanted to be a science teacher. Then I wanted to do voice acting and I still do. Something about bringing a cartoon to life with my voice sounds incredible. Now I'm a sideshow clown street performing wise ass, trying to move up on the circus scale. I don't mind starting off small like this. No one just hands Spider opportunities ya know. It has never worked that way for me. When you start off from the bottom, you get laughed at and teased and called a wannabe. Oh well. 🎃. I'm not even trying to be famous. I just wanna do circus work everyday of my life. I like that most people don't know who I am. I'm kinda in the shadows ya know. Like "Who's Clawdette Smm Smm? Who's "Fangs" The Clown?! Who is this girl???"

There's not a day that goes by that people don't tell me to be a model, do theatre, am I a comedienne, why am I not a voice actress. With those very words, I know I'm more than an electrician, IT chick, clerk, or whatever lousy job I had to support myself. I like to make people laugh. I like the attention. I like to turn my pain into something special. Like doing dangerous things for applause or sickened reactions. I like being me. And whenever people ask me why I can't just do something regular, I'm gonna send them to this entry link. Cuz I don't want to. I wanna do what my satanic soul tells me. And if that mean impaling myself with swords and staple guns, then alright!!! And all of you, my readers of which there are probably none, should do what your soul says too. As long as it's not hurting anybody, then do it. 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

Get It Right. I HATE Body Shamers, not FAT people!

Dear people who probably don't read my blog,

Hail Satan!! Hello, how are ya? I'm on another rampage again as always. I have a strong view on body shaming. I have a stronger say from a thin person's point of view because I am in fact THIN. I get multiple complaints all the time about the things I post on the internet so I'm use to it. And yes in fact by posting it, I KNOW I've opened it up for discussion. I like a public forum because I get to see what other people think and if there are actually humans in this stupid world who actually agree with me. Ah 2016, the year of Everyone's Offended.

When you hear or read 'body shaming', a mean group of skinny people are picking on someone who is chubby, overweight, or morbidly obese may come to mind. You see it on television shows, movies, magazines, comedy jokes, even in books. Majority of the time it's usually girls. "Skinny" petite girls flaunting their "skinniness" and oppressing fat women. This subject is rather controversial.

There always has been, but mostly within the past 2 years, skinny or thin shaming has been peaking. "Real women have curves, bones are for dogs", "Of course I'm plus sized, it means I don't have the body of a 12 year old boy", "Any boy can drive down a straight road, but it takes a man to handle the CURVES." Or my favorite is this picture of a deathly skinny girl and the other side is Marilyn Monroe and the caption says "When did this (referring to deathly skinny girl) become hotter than this (Marilyn)? Real women have curves". That's nice right? Way to defend your own body type by bringing down another, eh? And I have researched the subject and the difference between overweight and obesity. The difference between curves and being OBESE. I was underweight as a teenager, I had an obese adopted family that teased me everyday for being the only skinny one in the family. I have had my share of being called skinny bitch, toothpick, twig, bones, anorexic, blah-dee-fucking-blah. So I suppose because I use personal experience on this subject, all anyone can see is that I'm being cruel and inconsiderate and vengeful to all big people and my bigger friends and acquaintances. Just another shit talking skinny bitch right? I don't have scientific evidence proving that there is a difference between being curvy and being obese. It is just common sense. There's nothing more realistic than speaking from your own experience. And I feel like the women who thin shame should know the difference before they decide to make fun of smaller women.

I know we are all not meant to be the same size. Yes I am aware there are healthy thin people and healthy fat people. Obesity however, is a proven scientific fact, IS NOT HEALTHY. And obese people shouldn't be encouraged to continue to be obese otherwise we probably won't see them for much longer. Obese women are the main ones, not the only ones, who talk shit on skinny or thin women because they are not happy with themselves. It happens both ways. I recently posted a cartoon that upset a few people I know on my facebook. I posted it not meaning any harm but to show there was a difference between curvy and obese. Yeah I could see how it's offensive considering the side of the cartoon showing the fat women, showed them looking slobby. I thought it was interesting because those are the type of women I personally experienced engaging in shaming thin women. I posted it looking at it from my own point of view. Which is fine or should be since it's my facebook page. But I got some messages and comments about it stating that it's rude and cruel. One message from a girl who actually posts shit constantly shaming thin women too lolololol. She said I hurt her feelings. I will say this once, I posted it just because. I saw it online, thought it made a valid point, which it did, and shared it. Just like everyone on social media does. And you don't have to agree with it. And that's fine. Like I said I made it open for discussion. It wasn't to personally attack one individual. The cartoon showed "fat acceptance spouters idea of curvy", the picture of the heavier not so flattering women. If you felt like that applied to you then maybe me posting the cartoon is not the problem. Maybe you are angry with yourselves. Because all I said was there was a difference. Just like I'm sure other people's posts aren't meant to cause harm either, right? I'm not okay with body shaming as a whole. However one shouldn't be overlooked than the other. I can't say this or show it from a fat woman's perspective because I'm not fat. Genetics are involved and health issues are the reason people are the way they are. I don't think fat shaming is nice, but I also don't think obesity should be encouraged. I don't think skinny and thin shaming is right either. And it shouldn't be brushed under the rug just because people think skinny and thin is the right body type to be or the perfect one. No one is PERFECT. Not me or you. So, I'll end this here. I don't hate fat people, I hate body shamers. Please get it right. That's all.

Spider

Hail Satan!!! 🎃🎃🎃🎃

Mother's Day for a Foster Child

Satan!!!!

Hi all. This weekend a holiday honoring all mothers has just passed. Mother's Day. A wonderful day to celebrate your mom. As you all might know, I am a former foster child. I have been in foster care my whole life. Obviously up until I turned 18. I met my biological mother for the first time 3 years ago. Prior to that, I never knew her and still don't. My father I also never met and is also deceased. What does Mother's Day mean to me? Hmmmmmm. Well I can't say I take it seriously nowadays. If I've never had a mother figure, obviously I can't honor the holiday. Or the idea of having a mother anyway. Especially since most of the "mothers" around me are a joke. Going to the bar and dropping the kids off at grandma's is what Mother's Day has turned into these days. This entry is not for you to feel sorry for me by the way. This is the point of view of someone who didn't have parents. It is a blank feeling. It's a void that can't be filled. I want other foster children or orphans to feel like they can relate to someone. That they are not alone. Foster children really go through so much. They want love and acceptance but at the same time, they don't know how to handle those kind of feelings that they never felt from birth. I'm very sensitive to when I see horrible parents. I do not take a mother serious, who uses their children as dolls to play dress up with because they want something to do. I do not take a mother seriously when they are looking for attention through their child. I work multiple jobs to pay my bills and keep a roof over my head. Do I get an award for that? No. Because that is what I am suppose to do. So bragging about taking care of your child doesn't get you a reward either. Your child is the reward. No I am not a mother. So I don't know what the hardships of motherhood are like personally. But I was a child. A motherless one. So I know what that part feels like. I was a child of someone who didn't wanna take up the responsibility of being a mother. Again, don't feel sorry please. I have turned out fine in my book. So I worship the devil and my eye comes out. Who cares? But I just wanna say, Happy Mother's Day, to the mothers who are doing just that. HUMBLY Mothering their child. It's not a competition. And thank you foster and adoptive mothers who took in someone else's responsibility and sincerely love the child. This is Mother's Day for a foster child.

Spider 😈😈😈

Another one of THOSE days

Hola and Ave Satana!!

Today is another one of those days where I don't want to deal with life outside of my spider clown fantasy world. I have been dealing with bullies, responsibilities, and a couple of hardships. When I'm in Voodoo Satan Spider Clownville, none of that really exists. Have you ever met someone that was mad at you for being optimistic, energetic, or happy? Well I did. Or have you ever been to so many different places, like a job or school or a neighborhood, and there's always that group of people that treat you like shit just because you are you? It's fucking ridiculous really. Those qualities would be things you would actually think is something that people would appreciate. I'm here to tell you, they won't always be. The best thing to do is block negative cunt faces out of your life and mind. And perhaps put a satanic voodoo spell on them like I do. Or if you aren't capable, just do the first thing. There is such a short time before the end of the world, that I am focused more on fun things. Things that I wanna do for the rest of my short life. When in doubt, just imagine everyone as a talking fruit or vegetable like I do. It works. Until next time Readers (of which there are none). Hail Satan. Real Satan. 😈😈

Spider 🎃🎃🎃🎃

Satan's Side of The Road Show

Hail Satan!!!

Hello Readers (Of which there are probably none),

Good news! I will be creating my own road show! There will be balloon creatures, hail satan bracelets, voodoo dolls, and never before seen acts performed by me Mistress Spider and "Fangs" The Clown!! I hoping to start rolling the show in the beginning of next month. We'll be coming to a road near you!

Spider

A Letter From A Satan Clown

Dear Readers (of which there are probably none),

It's a sunny spring day out here in the Curmudgeon City. Not gloomy enough for me. Yes I know. I can never agree. I just have to be different. I can't just go along with what everyone else does. That's just never been me. I know what people think of me. I am just drenched in rebellious. Non conformist is written all over my Satan face. I'm such a free thinker. Never follows the flock. She is trying so hard to be full of deep thought and darkness. And a new one, a wannabe nihilist lol. That is actually funny to me. But am I really trying hard? Or am I actually just completely those things? Maybe I wear it so well that it bothers people. So they make up their own ideas about who I am. I'm really nothing special. But I have confidence and like myself. And love being myself. That scares people. Just know that doing your own thing and doing it well will make people mad. Having energy scares people too. Because it's so rare today. But really, who's better than you? I use to ask myself that. I got that question from an old cd about suicide prevention when I was 11. Believe it or not, I was a very depressed angry individual growing up. Has a lot to do with my up bringing. But now it's mellowed out. But seriously, Who is better than you? Nobody. That's who. Hail Satan.

Sincerely,

Spider 🎃🎃🎃🎈🎈🎈

Yes I know, fuck me right?

Hail Satan!!!

I'm here to blog about more things that make me a horrible girl!

If you have ever felt like you are not liked by anyone no matter what or where you go, you are not alone! I go through it all the time. I may have said this before, but I don't exactly have close friends or lots of them lol. And trust me, I don't wonder why anymore. This is exactly why! This blog, my personality, my way of life, what I do, etcetera! I am not into politics. I hate politics. I don't care about the president, or debates, or whatever the fuck! Why? Cuz they will all fail no matter what. I don't like trending. I don't wanna do what's in. Yeah sure social media is a trendy thing and unfortunately the only way an entertainer like me can promote herself. But by trending, I mean the common things that absolutely everyone is doing. Language, clothes, music, etcetera! I will not wear what ALL the girls are wearing. I will NOT be a fake gangster and shave half of my hair or throw it in a messy bun. I can't call myself a non conformist because technically I've conformed to the handful of folks that choose to not conform. I have different views and ideas for those in the entertaining show biz. I like doom and gloom. I love spiders. I love volcanoes! Talk with me about earth science! Talk with me about taxonomy! Talk with me about cartoons and comics. And you can be as satanic as you want with me! And also, I'm getting tired of people expecting me to be a gay activist just because I do what I do. I have nothing against gay people for the bajillionth time!!! But I'm not a gay activist and I'm not gonna act gay to get people to like me or my performances. I'm straight and a clown. There is such a thing. Don't like it? Good 👍. I don't give a damn, I love it when you're mad. This is what blogging is for? Yes I know, fuck me right? 🎃🎃🎃

Until next time!!!
So long, hail Satan!!!!