When I encounter people who get off on harming others, I think of the Reavers from Serenity.  They think they’re more complicated than that, but they are not.  They’re just broken.  On the one hand, they’re scary because of the damage they can inflict with such ravenous glee.  On the other, they’re just empty and pathetic.  So if you manage to escape or evade one, just be glad you survived.  That kind of person never gets enough of other people’s pain.


My pronouns are whatever you're comfortable with as long as you speak to me with respect. I'm an Afruikan and Iswa refugee living in Canaan. That's African American expat in Israel in Normalian. I build websites, make art, and assist people in exercising their spirituality. I'm also the king of an ile, Baalat Teva, a group of African spirituality adherents here. Feel free to contact me if you are in need of my services or just want to chat.

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