This guy’s pockets are so full of truths, I’m actually thinking of following him.
Other incentive: massive- absolutely massive- Cojones! (Hence the title…)
Tag: London life
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If you become Homeless… Reinvent yourself.
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Truly, truly impressed by TfL campaign to highlight Black History Month.
The (staff) portraits are great, distinctive, strong, and glamorous.
What a great initiative, a great unexpected pleasure!
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Where God goes to die.
Every time I loved someone, in (Great) Britain, I was simply LYNCHED for it.
EVERY SINGLE TIME. Every time in 26 years.
The choir, the shitty choir who enjoyed the pub more than the actual singing or music.
The shitty classical choir who arranged for FOUR LAWYERS to GET ME ARRESTED on the day I would open up about the depraved, sick, death-and-gore-fetishist boyfriend who worked as their pianist. Not enough that my head was clogged with images of impaled, tortured, dying young women, day and night- and that I had tried to top myself twice. They were DAMNED if they would let me speak, after ordering me out the week before. That James guy had turned up to stare intently at me, after threatening me a few weeks before.
They were my family substitute, so I thought, and I loved them. I made 2 cakes for them every week, and carried them on the bus for 4 years. They didn’t love me. Neither did the pianist. He never did. He was abusive. I lost my music then. I will never, never, never forgive them for that.
My ”best friend” at the time. Had to sleep with him. He didn’t torture her. She was pretty, or something…
The church. Of England. Of course.
Fast forward 12 years, a group of around the same size, British people, Christian people. I loved them. They were my family substitute… Or so I thought. I cleaned and did various tasks, on a weekly basis, sometimes daily: for FOUR MORE YEARS, on a volunteer basis. I also worked there as a cleaner for 9 months. I worshipped with them. The vicars went out on a limb to throw me out, shunned me, cast me out, accused me wrongly, and refused to answer my emails. Their wives joined in. The stupid bitches.
They didn’t love me: I was afraid, I was suffering, I had recurrent heart seizures, within the church. I told them. What did the good men of God do? Shut me out. I lost a family cell, my main prayer environment, people I cared about, basically everything I had. I had no proper home to feel safe in, no money, and no family.
The Married Prick. Who shut me out cold once I told him I had feelings for him. Never wanted anything from him, never wanted “any trouble”, and made it clear that I just wanted to get this out of my chest. TWO YEARS LATER, he (of superb arrogance) COMPLETELY SHUT ME OUT. Wont even add me back on facebook. What did I do?!… Oh yeah, that’s right, that is quite irrelevant, when in foreign land: anybody can shut you out ANYTIME THEY WANT, its THEIR land. He was my teacher, my music teacher. My heart is broken. I just wanted a friend. And to be part of a club, a musicians club.
The Others. All the Others. The average, The Simpletons, The Ugly, The Beautiful, The Vain, The Damned, The Unfaithful, The Dirty… All the men who WOULD GLADLY SLEEP with me, but never LOVED me. Not ONE of them.
ME: SEA MONSTER, QUASIMODO, UNLOVABLE CREATURE.
Them: superior, British, and of rare breeding (not!).
THEM, those impediments, those profiteers, those racing cars, those imbecilic apprentices.
I NO LONGER NEED TO BE LOVED. I NO LONGER WANT RELATIONSHIPS.
WHEN THE BELL OF TIME RINGS, I WILL BE READY. I AM ONE OF THE VERY BEST, AS WELL AS AN UGLY REPELLANT EFFFING MONSTER.
I AM THE NEW MRS DE WINTER, NOW.