Justice Wainwright

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Justice Wainwright

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Necropolitica is owned and operated by myself, Justice Blaine Wainwright. I spent a healthy 15 minutes staring at this screen wondering how I could best describe myself, my goal and this blogs purpose, while still embedding my personality within. I finally came to the conclusion that I didn’t know you and really didn’t owe you anything, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

I was born and raised in Bakersfield, California in the scorching winter of 1980. I spent the formative years of my life playing video games and burying action figures in the mud. Later on, when I was unable to unearth them, I was positive the devil had dragged them down to hell. I am still unconvinced that this is not entirely untrue and to this day I carry around an unnatural fear of open pits and slightly larger open pits.  It was sometime around this point in my life that I came to the conclusion that I was gay. Even though I had no idea what that meant for me or my life, I knew I was screwed. Years later, when I came out to my mother, she was convinced I was gay because my dad didn’t take me fishing enough. I suppose she thought that hours spent unhooking old boots and used condoms off my fishing lure would have had the power to turn me.  Needless to say, even after she built that small pond in the backyard and stocked it with, what she called “big tittied Jesus fish”, she finally accepted the truth.

I grew up in a quasi religious family and that gave me an interesting take on life, in the sense that it was really interesting that my, otherwise intelligent parents, believed in magic. Until the age of 12, I was convinced unicorns existed purely on the speculation that if the Bible was true, every other  mythological creature I had ever read about did as well. This close proximity to intellectual suicide has led me to develop an incredibly sarcastic and thick skinned approach to life and humor.

I often employ foul language and politically incorrect humor when telling a story or speaking my mind.  I don’t relate to people who base their lives purely on their sexuality or the idea that they are the victims of everything, spending endless years of their life breaking down for every perceived injustice against them. I am looking at you, Bruno boycotting, overly emotional queers. This isn’t to say I don’t have an overwhelming problem with actual racism, homophobia or any other illogical hatred, just that taking back words and the power they have over us is far more beneficial than collapsing every time someone hurts our feelers. Think Sarah Silverman, sans the Jew. In other words, if I offend you, suck it up. I don’t respond to hate mail, but will track down your IP and stare at you from outside your window. I may or may not be wearing clothes.

Hey bitches, it's Britney.

So there you have it. Instead of a well thought out and concise run through of my professional and personal life, I have given you a smattering of almost nonsensical snippets that oddly explain why I was single for so many years. Lucky you!

I hope you join me for the many posts to come and gradually see the detailed nuances of me that text seems to so exceedingly fail at providing. Here’s to hoping Necropolitica becomes a meeting place for great minds, indepth discussion and another view into the complex nature that is politics and the struggle for civil liberties. And as always, with all things  Necropolitica, no fatties allowed.

-Justice Wainwright

Contact Justice at Justice@Necropolitica.com

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