Sometimes, when a storm breaks days of stifling, sticky humidity and lightning cracks open fissures in the night sky you can hear the women of Lextalionis laughing. In the dead women’s place they laugh all the time unless of course it’s The Screaming Hour, but generally their world peals with…
Tag: feminism
The Rearrangement: a modern story
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Martin
His flat was a dump. It smelled of damp and cigarettes and grease, three day old chow mein and the sour cheese tang of unwashed man. He was sat on his lumpy, worn sofa gulping down a can of cheap supermarket lager and idly stroking his manhood. Moans and grunts…
Growing Old Wisely
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70,000 men
I kept trying to imagine this figure when I first heard about it this morning. I wanted to get an eyeball on it in some sort of perspective. Picture in my minds eye this huge amount of men. I needed something to compare it with. So I did a bit…
Killing Bill
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Killing Bills
I am sick to my stomach. Sometimes I think I’ve heard it all, but no. Can you imagine being told by the police that your husband has been drugging and raping you for a very long time and that also you’ve been raped by about 72 strangers? Nah this is…
misogyny
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Far right or just right?
The only problem with being accused of being called far right is the stupidity and complete denial of reality of the accusers. I remember my mum saying to us as children when we asked ”you’re church of England”. I have no idea to this day what that meant but it…
Sometime around now
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Little girls’ deaths…
So in this week’s news we have a young man stabbing to death three children, with several more in critical condition. Creating a hell on earth no children should ever have to endure especially in our little British Isles. Then we have a stalwart of the BBC, a newsreader, a…
Sometime around now
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A world run by psychopaths
25,000 people. Twenty five thousand. Killed simply because they are in the way. What Hamas did was worse than the worst horror film I have ever watched and I’ve seen most. We generally don’t get to hear what goes on that’s the thing. Pretty much the same atrocities were committed…
Poems & Stuff
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Thoughts
“It’s always hard to remember love – years pass and you say to yourself, was I really in love, or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love, or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love, or was I…