Pic by Matthew Stone
My mother doesn’t get me—that I didn’t go to university, that I live in a squat, that I write a blog detailing my love of casual sex and hard drugs, that I don’t have a “real” job, that I’m an atheist—these are all things she disapproves of fervently. And as any concerned mother should, she’s constantly reminding me of this fact in the form of lengthy, condemning emails detailing how much of a fuck up I am. Below are excerpts from some of her recent psychotic, Jesus-fueled rants. This is the shit I have to put up with.
– Karley, I went on the Vice blog today and I am seriously afraid to read your articles sometimes. I feel like whenever I enter that site I see something about vaginas, and I know that’s your favorite subject (????) so I don’t read the article in fear that you wrote it! I would really love it if you did not write about penises or vaginas! Ok talk to you later! Love, Mom
– I don’t want to seem like a creep by Rob [my little brother] had Facebook open the other day so I took a quick look at your page, and I’m worried about what you say on your “wall.” When I looked you had written something about thinking you might be gay. Is that meant to be funny? I don’t understand your humor sometimes.
– Let Jesus back into your heart.
– This clubnight Girlcore that you do, is it true that this is a lesbian night or is that just for show?
– There are a few things that have been bothering me lately and I need to get some things off my chest. It bothers me unbelievably that the one thing that you choose to write about is “dirty things.” Is that who you really are? Is that because you feel nobody would read your writing if it wasn’t all about sex? I know you know it bothers me. I think it’s only natural that it would bother me and Dad and anybody who loves you. Can you at least try and understand how it makes me feel?
– I just want to know what you are.
– I can’t hold me head up in the supermarket anymore because I feel like the whole town is looking at me and judging me because of your blog. Don’t you have any respect for how your actions reflect on me and Daddy?
– You’re not smoking dope are you?
– You are twenty three years old. Why is it that you are so “into” a nineteen year old boy who looks twelve? Also, you say that he acts “crazy” and that obviously does not make me feel good. It seems like instead of getting more mature as you age you are acting more crazy and talking about getting drunk and having hangovers all the time. Please set me straight if I’m wrong, but can you see why I am so worried about you?
– There has been lots of coverage in the press about HPV recently and it makes me so nervous! Are you making sure to use protection?
– I called you three times yesterday and you didn’t pick up. Please respond to this email and let me know you’re not dead.
When does one reach the point in life where everything we do, say, think, dream, breath isn’t done without the nagging feeling that it’s going to get us in shit with our parents?
when you start acting like an adult, usually
I can't find wherever your email link is supposed to be so I guess I'll just leave a comment here. I just spent the last few hours reading everything in this blog in some kind of fantastic haze. Write a book, make it an auto-bio, write a comic, write a screenplay, write something. Your writing, it's fucking incredible.
My Moms doesn't like it when I discuss my vag on my blog either. Whatever.
"when you start acting like an adult, usually"hum
"I justwnat to know what you are"…please let me know when they air the episode of dr phil where you're mother gets his help with staging an "intervention" in your life. I feel its the most obvious step from here.
i think you just have to wait it out until they die of natural causes to be honest.tough gig, but there you go.keep the vag flag flying!
you should start another blog where you only talk about jesus and getting married. Then tell your old dear thats what your doing. I would read that blog.
aww, your mum is so sweet.
and i thought my mom's emails were bad… also, like Benjamin, when i first found this blog i read everything on it in a few hours. you should self-publish a book, even if it's just print version of the blog with new content and photos/art stuck in it.
agree with "petefrombookham".if you believe the good press, you have to believe the bad press as well. this all kind of sucks. you are not a prolific writer, you are not awesome for "squatting", and you sure as hell are not coming across as mature with nonsense like this. you are not the first person to come from a christian family.snap into reality. so your mom is giving you a hard time. you'll live. i don't agree with anything your mom said nor do i think she is rad, but i do know she probably didn't raise you to paint her as a horrible person on a public forum like this. grow up and have respect for the woman who brought you into this world.
I feel hain. I need another drink. I have been out of control all weekend. This photo is hain/mayj. I think I've died.
your mom is sweet. my mom tells me im going to burn in hell because im a lesbian.
Yeah Karley, you aren't prolific enough. More updates.Wig: you retard.
Aw I find it more sweet than anything. She's concerned. That's just her job.
fuck witt.Im not condemming the life you live, mine is much the same.Your mom didn't choose youre lifestyle any more than you chose hers. No respect for dumb slappers like you without any actual open mindedness. Lets be serious: live and let live, or if not: kill all worthless scum (come on, what value do you have to the majority of stakeholderts in society, they pay for the cunts in control)You're sprouting imature bullshit that helps no one exept for juvanile fuckers wanking over your sad "I meen some thing in society 'cause i have a vag' tryhard bullshit." Go home to Your Mom, Fuck of or say something relavent. So sad, fuck of. _
ps. Squatting is not by it's self cool, it just means you cant pay to live.I know a bunch of awesome activists who do this sort of shit all the time, but you are not one of them.The phraze homeless whore… nevermind..
Why would you EVER link your mother to this blog? Or did she find it on your facebook page?
so much anger. i don't think the point of this blog is to be mature?? i don't think the point of this blog is anything really, just funny shit that entertains me and keeps me from completing my coursework. whatevs, it's fucking addictive.