Something is happening, and I’m chewing people’s asses left and fucking right.
No, not a typical Thursday, but yeah…sort of, thanks for pointing that out.
Everyone in this reading circle and the Bitchface network across all of the platforms knows that if you come to me for help, I will break my proverbial back to make it happen. I don't care about the circumstances, it’s not my business. But if you have a dog that isn’t eating anything but ramen noodles because you can’t feed her, or your kids are going to be on the fucking street, speak up.
I regularly post in the r/assistance and r/abusive relationship threads on Reddit. I don’t say too much, just if you need a ride out of that hellhole, email me. I’ll send someone right now. If you need a bag of dog food, email me. Amazon will be there in the morning. All of you who were with me at the onset of the pandemic when I was sending Amazon out to dogs across North America (and cats, yes Rachel and Sarah, I know, cats are people too), you know my commitment to animals and women in abusive situations doesn’t waver.
My personal circumstances have never impacted my desire to help people who need it. It may have slowed me down a little, but like yesterday, when shit is really going down, I have no problem telling y’all “help me to help them”. Not because I’m any different than anyone else, but I need these points to fight St. Pete, because that son of a bitch still has 2002 highlighted and starred like he has a whole fucking case against me. I gotta get a rebuttal formed because I’m going to need it.
Yesterday, my AaBF Reddit inbox looked like I was semi-popular. I’m not. We’re not big on Reddit yet, because I only go there to find people who need me, get in and out like a robbery, and then get back over to the Q to discuss the shit that we talk about. Not that I don’t love the young bucks, but they just don’t have good conversation skills yet. They’re children.
So, I wanted to know what in the fuck is happening. Well, seems the mods on the Reddit assistance thread have decided they’re playing God. Deleting help requests because someone spelled a word wrong, whatever the fuck. Listen, you don’t need to spell a single word correctly to get my help. I could care less if you fucking get a skywriter to get the message to me, get it here and I’m going to look into your situation, then I’m going to help you figure it out.
I guess that’s why I’m an advice columnist. You don’t really see me advising here on the front line. But ask anyone who has ever come to me in need, they’ll tell you. I’m in your fucking inbox. I’m in your text messages. And if you don’t answer, I’m blowing up your phone. I want to talk with you. I want to know you are ok. I want to know that you have a plan, or we’re going to put one together. Together.
Listen, I am going to the mods again today to express my displeasure with their fucking asinine policies. People don’t need judgment. They need help. I am nobody to judge anyone, y’all know my past. Junkie. Drug dealer. Two-time divorced Queen of the Fuckboys who cannot get her shit together to save her life.
But I get out here and I go hard for those who need me. Abused women. Dogs. Cats, too, yes goddammit. Those who simply need a little help right now, not a lecture. Not another no, just a fucking cheeseburger and a “you’re going to be okay”. Let’s never stop being that for people. Please.
There was a time, not too long ago, that was what made the difference in my own life. I needed someone to give me a chance to change my life. They did. And I did. Don’t tell me that this doesn’t help to change the world. It does. One fucking small step at a time.
My commitment to those who need just a little bit of help, it’s concrete. I love you all, and for those of you who came through, AGAIN, you are my team. You are my fucking ability to do this. I know that, when you get to St. Pete, I’ll have my notes there on your page, because I’m strongarming him and adding my own glittery, highlighted sections in his godforsaken book.
You make it all seem like we’re really doing something. And for some people who reached out yesterday, as you can see, we really did.
I love y’all. And if you should need me, go ahead, Ask A Bitchface.
your a bad ass warrior
You are amazing and as much as life can be a struggle, it matters so much that we have fellow travelers fighting alongside us in the trenches. That’s part of what makes life beautiful. 💜