Stomp and Stop

stomp and stop, the world on pause, the glittery ball, give me the strength to fall, deeper and deeper, to shapeshift, to move through the glass, to encompass the clothes in the window, not fussy me, class or crass, it’s all the same you see, a world that’s seperate, mine and your’s the worlds very own GenderGate, act now afore it’s too late, make it real, drop the hate, no longer misandry on a plate, we’re here realising our fate, freedom and equality is yours, is there’s , is mine and our’s to take. xx

Spring the Party

Waiting for Godot

It would be wrong to say I’ve been quiet these last days. It would be fair to say I’ve been less noisy. Alongside the Dublin case, I’ve been working on this: Spring The Party.

I’m very lucky. I have some great friends in the music and creative industries. Serious people. “It’s a wonderful idea,” they said, “but completely impossible to execute in the available time.”

I have at last, with great reluctance, accepted they were right. And I will not be standing. It was impossible to stage the festival in the available timescale and without it there was no reason to stand.  I publish the short paper only in the hope there might be something to take forward after the General Election.

But here it is. If you’re one of those people who look at your country through the windscreen rather than the rear view mirror I hope it…

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Bolton voters show Theresa May in no uncertain terms what they think of her

Pride's Purge

Theresa May has had a disastrous start to her election campaign.

Her first stop today in Bolton left locals somewhat unimpressed after the Prime Minister chose to make her entrance by landing by helicopter on a golf course.

The bungling PM then refused to take or answer questions from local voters or reporters.

And finally, as she whizzed by in her chauffeur-driven car back to her helicopter, a motorcycle policeman in her extensive escort had to have a word with a local taxi driver who was showing the PM in no uncertain terms what he thought of her:

May’s declaration to “connect with voters” not off to a great start then …

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You Must Post A Topic, Be A Robot, Accept The Boxes We Have Put In Place For You

stomp and stop, the world on pause, the glittery ball, give me the strength to fall, deeper and deeper, to shapeshift, to move through the glass, to encompass the clothes in the window, not fussy me, class or crass, it’s all the same you see, a world that’s seperate, mine and your’s the worlds very own GenderGate, act now afore it’s too late, make it real, drop the hate, no longer misandry on a plate, we’re here realising our fate, freedom and equality is yours, is there’s , is mine and our’s to take. xx

Gates of Hell

take. me. through. the gates of hell with you.

unconditional. truth. that. you know’s untrue
any. where. I. live, I live for you
Why can’t you lead me to here
I hear you crow and borrow
my struggle to release your sorrow
you cheapen those who’ve liven
their whole lives in prison
race horses left unridden

Unconditional fatuous truth, you know’s untrue
My life is spent living just for you
a life that’s left unspoken
a beauty left unwoken

time. for. you. to, let them all run free
time for you to let them all just be
time is not enough within itself
time for us to take our pride of place
time for our dreams to be put upon the shelves

Espousing feminimity

you talk at me, you tell me, describe me, despise me
you’re flaccid, I need antacid you churn my tummy,
Make me green

I find you ineffectual and anti-intellectual
insipid and perpetual muddy brown bilge you are identical
callously you find me twee, you need a power, which can only be
Male and muscular you see
you don’t espouse the power, FEMINIMITY

Mix me up a palette of cultural support
and I’ll forgive you, talk you up and promise to amour thee
Give me grist, I’ll save us both from being miffed
and give me a ship,
We’ll set sail upon the seas of dreams
our world our culture politically affirmed