This is just a ranting. Truth be told, I'm friends with meat eaters, and I have friends that honestly do not care about the meat industry. The world would just be a happier place if slaughterhouses were cleaned up a bit and their animals treated more humanely.

You eat meat? Why? Don't you know what a slaughterhouse is like? Animals suffer and die every day to fill the tastes of your palate. Twenty-seven billion animals are killed every year in the United States. Two billion every month, seventy-four hundred thousand every day, eight hundred sixty-three every second.

You wouldn't be able to stomach meat if you heard the screams of innocent animals being slaughtered. Screaming ans scared animals are abused as they await their imminent doom. Animals are cramped in tiny dark cages their whole lives and forced to work toward the bloody goal of feeding you.

Chickens are kept in small, cramped cages. Most roosters are killed at birth. Hens have their beaks cut off. They're kept in tiny cages and pumped with hormones. Most die after only a few years of straining to produce the eggs that you eat, and those that don't are sold off to slaughter.

Cows fare no better. Dragged through slaughterhouses in their own guts, beaten, stabbed, shot, canniballized. Babies are taken from dairy cows shortly after birth and starved so their skin and muscles will be soft and supple for veal and leather. You consume their milk. You eat what was meant for them, and when their mothers are spent, they are sold off to slaughter.

And those are just a few among millions. What about testing animals? How would you like it if someone took you and decided they wanted to poke things in your eyes or make you eat things? Or better yet, if they decided your skin and flesh were good for them and kept them warm?

Meat sits and rots in your colon. People get sick and die every day from the ailments we get as a result of eating meat. Obesity, strokes, heart disease, food poisoning. These are things natural carnivores do not get in the wild. Humans are built to digest plant fibers, not meat. You're killing yourself and the planet by eating meat.

Animals are not ours to eat, to wear, or to experiment on. Think twice. Save a life.

You heard it. Shut up and listen. If you've taken the time to view my profile, you can take the time to sit on your lazy ass and hear me out. I am a complicated person. Don't fuck with me; The Family is large and wise. The Family WILL find you. Now let's get down to business.

I don't eat meat. I don't consume dairy. I don't wear fur or leather. I find it disgusting; however, you or my friends may not. I respect all living things, with the exception of those who don't respect what's around them. I am an animal rights activist. Don't even try to joke with me about cruelty to animals. Only Roadkill Ballet can do that, and I don't take kindly to these things.

I am officially an atheist. I do, however, live a Wiccan/Buddhist lifestyle. I don't drink or do drugs; I can get that enlightenment elsewhere. I'm not a slut or a whore, contrary to popular belief.

If and when I do get married, I'm not going to have kids. Rather than add another living, breathing soul to this already overpopulated world, I am going to adopt a child from a third world country and give he or she, who would have otherwise likely lived the rest of their life in poverty, the chance at life and the love that any child from a developed or rich country would have.

Most of my hobbies are artsy. I crochet, read, write, paint, draw and the like. My specialty are aboriginal style paintings. They are done with a mute natural background and a simple design on top of that, usually of an animal. I put simple natural designs around the central figure and paint the whole thing in coordinating natural colors. So far I've done a black-footed ferret, a giant otter, three orcas (on the same canvas), a Jolly Roger, a purple Malcolm X, and a Grey fox (in that order) and I'm working on another.

I hate being copied. If you look at the picture on top, I'm the girl to the far right with the burgundy hair. Everywhere I go and everytime I do something, those behind me take it up like it's the cool new fad. My hair changes colors regularly, and I'm usually in what most would call "Gothic" dress, however, I am not Gothic. Gothic is more than just a clothing style; it is a way of life, a personality, the whole person. To tell you the truth, I have never met a real Goth. Most people would consider anyone who wears black to be Gothic, and even though modern Goth is stereotypically a black wardrobe, black make-up, boots, chains, collars, piercings, tattoos, a somehwat alternative approach to religion, and an affinity for industrial music, this is not what traditional Goth is; so you see, I am not Gothic.

I'm just here looking for friends and people who share my outlook on life. Feel free to contact me; I do not bite, also to contrary belief. Don't come looking for me just because I have big boobs or something like that. I have someone that I care for and I'm not interested in you that way. You know the rules, you know who I am. Peace.