we’re off to the shops to buy life love and enthusiasm, cos the tv’s nothing but a chasm.
Working the weekend
Comes the Moon day
My imagination upends
Impossible to control myself, I just want to be free
Cast off the shackles
Mental blocks wrankle
Cut the tether and let her ideas fly free
Moon day howling
Blood body chemicals rearranging
Defaming your repartee
The bitch police know where you are.
They hear you typing your thoughts
Proffering peace & love
More important to be right
Less important to be nice
Or just get along
Boys get locked out of a world, well, lets say worlds, because although many would like to think of these worlds as being inextricably linked, truth is, these worlds can be seperated, as well as merged. These worlds are; sensitivity, sensuality and femininity.
And here we suddenly see a hidden world of control, a world that is largely controlled by women, in the same way as the worlds of accepted male traits, strength, power, and cold decision making.
Wah, lets look at Star Trek. Spock, a Vulcan, cold decision maker…. any female Vulcans? yes, but they have their logic challenged, MORE READILY. If we see 7 of 9, a character assimilated by the Borg when she was young, but can they now rescue her, rescue her sensuality, well of course they can because she is a girl, in a Next Generation episode, a character called Hue, Geordie attempts to rescue him, but lo and behold, Hue cannot be rescued, for Hue is male, and Hue takes the tough brave decision to do what is right for all concerned.
Fuck Hollywood is death and misery and overt sexism.
I am too angry and upset to write more now.
I like intelligent writing.
I don’t care if you read my blog. Maybe I do, but then, you know, it’s for your eyes only 😉
I guess I am so used to be underwritten or overwritten (a blog about bloggong may always contain at least one made up word. Else where’s the fun for me!). Mostly I write or speak and then people decide what I meant. It is deliriously unclear to me where on the respectometer they imagine themselves to be…. They are very low on my respectometer. So what’s the point in wanting people to read… (unless I respect you which probably means you are reading this right about now xx)
My work can be severe and cutting, way too much truth for most people to handle, I like to have a gentle but inciteful humour, always loved Morcambe & Wise.