The Infective Invective of a Hater

Photo: Max Jubilee. Location: Our house. Photo title: Security. The practical price to pay when creating personal art about sexuality

Photo: Max Jubilee. Location: Our house. Photo title: Security. The practical price to pay when creating personal art about sexuality

After publishing “Diary of a violent, time traveling space cadet” - I received this e-mail from someone who seems un-happy that I wrote about my love for, and appreciation of, my husband of 10 years….

“Max putting up with your crazy shit is the closest thing I have seen to unconditional love on this planet. That said - It pissed me off when he kept the camera rolling during the unraveling. I saw it as one of two possibilities. You required him to or he doesn’t give a shit. I believe in the benefit of the doubt so let's assume shit given. Fine. The fact that he is twenty years older than you is some fucked up Woody Allen shit. But fine. I think I had a point I was  going to make but it floated off the edge of the infinity pool. Oh yeah. Go be fucking happy. My essence has been ripped like an old oak from my rocky soil. Painstakingly extracted with surgical precision. And all without anesthesia bitch. What???????? Yeah. Taste the clean margins. Mmmmmmm salty. I'm the gingerbread man. Bitch. Play nice”

Long story short, I think this person thinks he is in a relationship with me


Play nice?

You can vomit invective, resentment and judgment about my choices in life, having never even met me - and then you tell me to play nice

Who made you the rulemaker?

I don't play nice like an obedient little girl should

I play real

And in public

So let’s play

"Turn the other cheek, and you will live the life of a slave for the next thousand years" -Malcolm X

The Infective Invective of a Hater

Inciter of rage 
Inciter of hate
Unworthy of grace
Unworthy of respect

Infective invective
Just waiting for the opportunity to slip out
And there it is
All slipped out
Self-conciously on the floor

Words as weapons
Weapons of hate
Spoken so vehemently
With so much zeal
To throttle ones own 
Illusion of ones
Delusional truth

Do you
Die a little each day
I keep pulling the trigger
On my own reality
That is not yours?

You’re not dead
Your opinion is just irrelevant

And possibly
A tad deluded

Maybe even a bit more
Than a tad

But hey
It's a focus group of one
I grant you that

Who just flipped my give-a-shit switch off?

You did
But it's not personal
But it's not personal

If I repeat myself
At least I'm consistent

Happiness is not a zero sum game

[Zero sum game/mathematical term - a situation in which one persons gain is equivalent to another's loss]

"I do love a good War of Repartee" - Dirk Gently

Yours, while writing notes to myself like... Fuck you. Fuck me? No. Fuck you! What? Nevermind. Lost in Translation. #inafuckinpropriate #seriouslywhat? 

Missy Jubilee

This has been a short chapter from Missy Jubilee's 'Vagina'. My Life from the Inside Out

It contains fancy-schmancy odes about my life & abnormal existence within normal society, at a speed of 80,000 words a year

Disclaimer: These sentences were constructed by an un-obedient & opinionated button pushing monkey in the Missyverse Highfaluting Word Factory located in Outer La La Land

Bad monkey

Very, very bad monkey