Let There Be Music From Regions Beyond

Today I got my first ever tattoo.

My parents do foster care for children with disabilities. Seven years ago, in 2012, we got a little baby girl named Nevaeh. Because she came to us in the fall, everyone everywhere knew her as Pumpkin. She was our baby, my baby sister. Three years go, at the age of four, Nevaeh passed away. It’s been three years and one month and I miss her absolutely always. Next month, she would be turning seven.

So, Pumpkin, this one’s for you.

Get ready for a rant.

Here’s a prime example of an anon I do block. I couldn’t fucking care less if you wanna call me the “f word” but you really think you can come into my inbox as I celebrate my little sister finally getting to experience a concert for a musician she loves and call her the fucking R word and you think you can just what?????? Leave and that’ll be the end of it???? “I’ve bullied my share of teenagers on the internet today, time to call it quits and hit the sack.”

For those who don’t know which is most of you, my parents do foster care for kids with disabilities. Call me a faggot all you want, my mama and daddy CHOSE to take care of children with conditions like my sister’s and conditions far worse and give them a loving home, a safe environment, a place where they could get the care and compassion they desperately need. My parents are fucking HEROES. They are the most brave, passionate, kind people I’ve known and that I’ll ever have the privilege to know so don’t you dare come here pretending like they got the short end of the stick their entire life revolves around taking care of children with disabilities.

An asshole like you could never understand the compassion and love for other human beings it takes to do a job like my parents do. If you didn’t piss me off so bad, I might pity you.