So someone decided to leave a bigoted review on my piece
. Since that person deleted it after they left it (but not before I got the notification of it) I'm going to post it and my reply here. "That's what every single pervert out there will tell you. The guy who married his dog? He'll tell you the same. An old guy who married a 12 year old? He'll tell you the same"
My response: "You need help if you can't tell the difference between a consensual relationship between two willing adults, bestiality and child rape. As both a queer woman and the victim of a child predator, I can tell you they are vastly different."
This is probably going to be my last journal entry because I had decided months ago I was leaving deviantART when my premium membership ended, so I want to say something.
I chose the name twixtnightandmorn because that's where my life was. I was in a dark place with no sun and no stars. I was surrounded by hateful people who tried to control who I am and who I could love. My life is different now; a week from tomorrow I'll be 30. My parents are gone, I'm no longer in contact with most of family. I have an incurable brain disease that will kill me; within the last year I've lost several people that I loved very much to it. But I also have a life that I chose, and that I love. I rescue abused or unwanted horses, chickens, dogs, cats and goats; I'm planting an acre garden and I'm going to put up a sign saying people who are hungry but can't afford fresh food can either pull weeds in exchange for the vegetables or knock on my door and I'll make them dinner. I decided this is what I wanted out of life because of bigots who thought my life wasn't worth living. There's so much hate in this world that a simple statement of faith in love transcending boundaries is declared perversion. I'm never going to be a perfect person; I have my own things I hate. I've rewritten this a few times because I want to call this person all sorts of names and tell them where to go. But we each have a choice. My choice is to try and make the world a better place. So I leave you now, deviantART, to take care of my blind, disabled, unwanted and beaten goats, chickens, horses, dogs and cats. To plant my garden and hope I make someone's day better. I am who I am, and I love who I love. I'm a disabled. queer woman. And my choice is to say, to the person who sent me hate: love IS blind. I hope one day you understand what that really means.
The no-longer twixtnightandmorn