Getting quite intimate with you now...

Oh, I guess I should warn you. This is one of those texts. Yeah. Now you know. 
About me...
I am a... fundamentalistic feminist, I suppose you could call me. As usual when teenagers get completely obsorbed by something, especially politics, I am quite... radical.
Objectevily of course. Naturally I do not think that I am over-the-top or exaggerating.
My Dad, for example, was an anarchist when he was around twenty years old. That nut used to walk in the middle of the road since he refused to support the system by walking on the pavement like a normal person.
Oh, Dad, you are so stupid. 
He did not think that he was over-doing it either. Eh. Right. 
I am not exactly the same thank god, but I am wearing lots of female-symbols, gay-pride-jewelry and feministic clothes. (Love 'em.) And I am quite smug and conceited too. Like there is only one truth, and that that truth is mine. Cannot help it though. I am so smart! (Told you.)
Except being completely engaged with being a feminazi and sewing cushions decorated with the transsexualism-symbol (yeah), I like to write. Not short novels or poems, really, mostly chronicals and atricles and pointless blog texts. Mainly about feminazi-things. I also like to discuss about the subject. (Yes. It has completely taken over my whole life.) It is also the reason to why I originally started this blog. I wanted, and still want, to discuss about it. And brain-wash people. Gradually.
Oh, can I brag a little? 
My visitor-highscore is like... five persons in one day.
Yes, I am overly exicted 'bout that.
These five persons were from Singapore and the US, which is why I am now writing in English. 
Eh. Yeah.
And this is a lovely song. Click me, really.  


HUGS