Open Letter to Wil Wheaton
I don’t know what I said that compelled you to block me from Twitter. I honestly don’t remember. It was probably something diskish, and probably when I had been drinking. I don’t drink any more, and I miss you on Twitter. Can I please be released from the block for good behavior? You are a hero of mine, and it continually breaks my heart, like we could never be friends in real life, even though I totally think we’d get along.
Forgive me, Wil?
Shawn “Commodore” Natosi
A dude wearing a tie with a dude wearing a tie.
You’re late for story time. Don’t expect me to start at the beginning, as each story is different.
Loitering outside the Hyatt Regency, my stay, a mere block away from Denver Comic Con.
i love sir patrick stewart more with each passing day.
See, guys. This is how you do it. Notice the words “Not all men are like that” are never spoken.
He knows men are like that
his father was like that to his mother
he has experienced the pain firsthand, of what it’s like when men are like that
and he never wants men to be like that again and he fights tooth and nail against the men who are still like that
And moreover, he acknowledges his privilege [as an older white male who is famous/well known] and uses it to speak up. He knows what he is, and he never has to say he’s not like those men he fights against—he never says it, his actions speak loud enough for everyone else to see it.
Sir Patrick Stewart, everyone.
That’s the thing. His actions speak loudly enough that I don’t really need it explained to me.