Here’s the deal, father. (And I know Father’s Day is a rotten time to do this, but you’re the one who brought it up. And if you’re going to continue to read my blog, then I think it’s appropriate to directly address you here.)
Stop trying to micromanage me and what I do or say here. Think about how much of my life I spent not being myself because of fears about how people would react. Think of how many wonderful friendships with people in my community I may have passed up because I was too afraid to come out and show everyone who I am. And then think about how destructive it is when you continue to try to influence my actions or presentation to others.
I’m tired of being censored, and I’m tired of being in the shadow of what you want me to do. So here’s the deal: it stops right now. I’m not trying to turn this into a huge fight, but I’m not going to put up with it any longer.
The next time you try to influence what goes on here, I’m going to post lots and lots of hardcore porn every day for a week. It’ll make my readers (well, a fair number of them) happy, and it will horrify you and maybe even show you that what I do here is not so bad. (Although even if it were bad, it would still be my prerogative to do so.) This isn’t the blog where you get to decide what to read or see. If you want one of those, start your own.