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So, after much thought, I've come to a realization. I'm a total redneck.
Not in a bad way, I don't think. I'm still my normal liberal-leaning, dykey self. But as
justsonya always points out, Maryland is technically below the Mason Dixon line.
So yeah, I'm a little Southern. I just spent 2 years of college learning to hide it. For those who don't know me that well, I spent two wasted years in college taking Mass Communication classes, drumming all traces of a Baltimore accent out of my voice before I got a job on the radio and realized rather abruptly that I fucking hated it. As I've said in the past, I don't know whether I hated the actual job, or that it was for a local Christian Radio station with some of the most hateful programming known to man. But y'know, when you get an internship, you take what you've got.
So, I like Cracker Barrell, and grits, and cooking with real butter. And I actually like some country music, much as I tried to forget that little fact, I like mullet rock, and metal, and deep down, though I bitch mightily, there's nothing quite like a Southern summer, with sticky heat, and honeysuckle and magnoilias blooming.
And deep down, no matter how much I want a nice eco-friendly car that will save on gas and pollution, I still want a nice '72 Barracuda, or a 67 Impala or a Camaro to restore. Something that fucking roars when you hit the gas.
Also, I'm kinda so excited about the whole Winchestercon/Nashville thing that I may bounce myself senseless long before October. *grin*
Not in a bad way, I don't think. I'm still my normal liberal-leaning, dykey self. But as
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So yeah, I'm a little Southern. I just spent 2 years of college learning to hide it. For those who don't know me that well, I spent two wasted years in college taking Mass Communication classes, drumming all traces of a Baltimore accent out of my voice before I got a job on the radio and realized rather abruptly that I fucking hated it. As I've said in the past, I don't know whether I hated the actual job, or that it was for a local Christian Radio station with some of the most hateful programming known to man. But y'know, when you get an internship, you take what you've got.
So, I like Cracker Barrell, and grits, and cooking with real butter. And I actually like some country music, much as I tried to forget that little fact, I like mullet rock, and metal, and deep down, though I bitch mightily, there's nothing quite like a Southern summer, with sticky heat, and honeysuckle and magnoilias blooming.
And deep down, no matter how much I want a nice eco-friendly car that will save on gas and pollution, I still want a nice '72 Barracuda, or a 67 Impala or a Camaro to restore. Something that fucking roars when you hit the gas.
Also, I'm kinda so excited about the whole Winchestercon/Nashville thing that I may bounce myself senseless long before October. *grin*
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Have fun with the hose, sweetie. What are they doing now?
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And I don't think socially conditioned responses that you question can be called racist, because you question them. It's when you go along with them without thought that you let society win. XD
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*snerk* Good for you. Have fun, then!
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Lovely.
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