Have you ever sat down and counted the lives you’ve led? Good daughter, class clown, all the heartbreaks you’ve met, Like a sheep in snake’s clothing, the lies you shed, And if the next dream breaks, at least your heart is fed. Have you ever sat down and counted the people you’ve crossed? Who see... Continue Reading →
I’ve got really bad cramps but want to post daily so this will have to do
10 likes and I'll order pizza.
Other guys #poem
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won't leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i'll meet other guys
Walt Whitman and Valerie Solanas – video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Oqb6hgwyGo&t=556s a book review of Solana's SCUM Manifesto, a poetry review of Walt Whitman's I Sing the Body Electric and a general discussion on gender and rebellion.
The Beauty of Oppression
Most people today know that they are worth shit. There are more minorities than majorities, and the former are invariably told from birth that they will have to try harder. Children of immigrants learn not to become a bother, women apologise repeatedly and LGBT folk learn to switch their personality on and off, because we... Continue Reading →
If I’d been born a man, I’d be dead by now.
The vast majority of UK suicides are male. Why is it they believe death is an appropriate verdict for their shame? Fear of the name is fear of the thing itself. Concerning matters of the heart, women have greater freedom of speech. The stigma of emotional volatility brings an expectation to be erratic. When men... Continue Reading →