K.C. Steel

About me:

THIS WAS AN EXTRA SPECIAL CHRISTMAS PRESENT!!! "GOTTA SPREAD IT!!!"

Updated December 6, 2009

My name is Kris but I've always preferred KC.

I'm taking a more hard-lined approach to my MySpace and Facebook buds. I deleted over 1000 "friends" from my MySpace friends list earlier this evening. There were people on there I can't remember ever talking with. I guess I got all caught up in the "More is more" aspect of social networking sites. I can be somewhat competitive. So, from here on out, I'm going to limit my online budships to fuckers and bitches I dig chatting with, or to shit I'm a fan of. So, if you send me a friendship request, know that I'll be checking out more than just your pix before hitting Approve or Deny. I encourage you to do the same.

I don't believe in shame, and I live without apology, guilt or remorse. But if I hurt someone intentionally - and it's been known to happen - I'll work my fuzzy ass off to make it right.

I'm not hating being unemployed, but I do hate why I'm unemployed. I never thought I would find myself in this life position at 35 years old. Wasn't in the cards, if you know what I'm saying. But I'm a big believer in that whole things happen for a reason thing. So, while I work through this disagreeable transitory period, I'm taking the advice of the desk calendar at Barnes & Noble - I'll (re)create myself, not find myself.

I'm somewhat hardened...some have accused me of outright heartlessness. But when I heard that Mike went and died on us... I cried so fucking hard that my eyes swelled shut. Selfishly, I feel that another piece of my innocence was taken. Selflessly, I cry for a man who died before he once again felt the world's love. So, Mike, I didn't always understand your eccentric ass, but I always loved you for how you made me feel when I was 8 years old, dancing and lipping to Beat It and Thriller. For that, my man, you'll forever have a part of my heart. Rest, dude. You've earned it.

I fucking loath celebrities that seem to forget that their fans are the reason(s) that they are in the cushy position(s) they're in. FUCK YOU, MARIAH CAREY!!! You're no more special than anyone else. And Britney Spears... Stop labeling your fans as "normal people" and realize that OUR green gave you the luxury of going batshit crazy while wearing $5000 jeans. Fuck! Oh, and don't get me rolling on Kanye West.

I believe that being an "alpha dog" has more to do with how you approach life, not how you react to someone else's.

I think I waited too long to marry the perfect fucker for me, but I don't regret a second leading up to slipping that ring on his finger.

I don't belive you need to be a Christian to feel the spirit of the Christmas Holiday.

I fucking dig MOST of my MySpace family. I truly do. But... STOP ASKING ME TO JOIN YOUR MAFIA!!! AND STOP LEAVING ME COMMENTS REQUESTING THAT I CONFIRM HOW HOT YOU ARE BY CLICKING ON THIS OR THAT!!! You wanna be buds? Cool! Lets be buds. We don't need to battle vampires or bring in the crops on time to have a solid budship.

For being an alien, Superman's the most human out of all of us.

I acknowledge there's a great deal of bad in the world, but that doesn't stop me from seeing the good in almost everything.

I gravitate towards dudes who don't wear deodorant, but avoid stink-ass fuckers.

I dig hitting the gym and feeling healthy, but I can't stop sucking on Marloboro Mediums, drinking Mountain Dew and feasting on Taco Bell.

I think there's too many people out there trying to force their overall unhappiness on the rest of us. So, when I come across someone like that, I not-so-politely remind them that sharing a frown with them is much harder than ignoring their self-caused bullshit.

I'd rather be definitively me, no matter how few people think I'm worth their time.

I love my husband and our family more than anything in this or any other world, but I do sometimes feel the strain of monogamy and domesticity.

I think that cultural sensitivity is important, but if you're going to call me a "faggot", well, then, chances are you're going to hear something that's going to piss you right the fuck off.

I'd rather punch first and ask questions later, but the emerging adult in me cautions against such a behavior.

I highly endorse the proper use of condoms during sex, but I can't deny the fact that raw, cock-in-ass sex feels too damn good to stop having it (with my husband).

I don't believe in organized religion or God, but I don't begrudge anyone their faith.

I don't give a shit what people think about me, but I do like to ask what people are thinking.

I'm a die-hard Democrat, but I'd vote Republican if the right candidate came along.

I get hot for guys with beefy bodies, but I'd kill for a 30 inch waist.

I love my mom very much, but I can't stand the woman 70% of the time.

I'm a big fan of fart and shit jokes, but there's nothing funny about getting shit on.

I spent years in college developing a mastery of the English language, but I have yet to dampen my excessive cussing. Fuck!

I believe that biological family is important, but I think our chosen family is essential.

There's no "I" in MySpace. So, if you get pissed with me because I don't return an email asking me to comment on how great you are, I suggest you put in an emergency call to your fucking therapist or grab yourself a loaded 12 gauge to blow your dumbass head off. Either way, grow the fuck up.

I think reality TV is fine, as long as we all remember that we do have our own interesting lives, if we choose to actively live them.

I know that truth is a crucial component in any relationship, but I believe brutal honesty isn't always helpful.

I think that regret and self-pity is a waste of time, but we can't get beyond our shit if we don't revisit and sometimes relive our mistakes.

I believe that "loving the sinner, not the sin" is worse than making a judgment, but I know that Rome cannot be deprogrammed in a day.

I believe in being completely honest with myself, but I don't always like what I have to say.

I don't believe that falling in love makes you a whole person, but I do believe that finding your soulmate can complete you.

I don't think I'll see the dawn of Roddenberry Days before I die, but I'll keep working at helping it along.

Lastly, I believe that the world would be a much better place if people stopped bitching about everything they feel is wrong with the world from the comfort of their living rooms and got their fat, lazy asses in gear and helped to make some changes.

Hunger. Homelessness. Unsatisfactory political climates. HIV/AIDS. A lack of senior care services. Child and domestic abuse. Drug addiction. Racism. Global warming. The list is endless. And it takes more than just writing a check.

So, if you're not willing to get your hands dirty, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

"...if you care enough for the living." --Michael Jackson, "Heal The World"