Tuesday 29 June 2010

Monday 28 June 2010

Thanking the Tram Driver

Some people get out the front door of a tram and they thank the driver as they leave.

How quaint.


I saw a woman do this today. She walked to the front door of the tram. Once the tram stopped and before she got off, she said, “Thank you driver.”

“He said, “You are welcome.” Or did he just nod? He acknowledged her, I saw that.

Thank you, driver. It made me smile, not the least for it had never occurred to me to thank them. It is kind of nice, in a weird, stuffy kind of way.

Thank you, driver.

I guess it is good. I don’t know. I’d just question how far back in history it is actually taking us?

Some of those manors came at an awful social price. 

Ask the blacks, or the gays, or the poor, or ask the women in life.

Thank you, driver... for safely taking me a part of my way today. You have been. an integral part of my life.

Thank you, driver. We are all still alive.

Thank you, driver. It is on you I rely.

Thank you, driver.


Thursday 24 June 2010

Doorway

Wednesday 23 June 2010

Weight of My Ordinariness

Some days I feel crushed by the weight of my ordinariness.

Do you?


I guess we all feel it, at some stage. I guess?

Our self believe can be very frail. For some. And for some, not at all.

Those confident guys, with handsome faces and perfect skin. They never know what it’s like not to fit in.

But, I don’t know it so much, I’ve always had friends I could call my group. But, I do wonder some days if I am good enough.

Good enough?

It is a concept we need.

It is hard to believe, some days, when my hair looks a sight, and my self-esteem is in retreat. My face looks fat, and my pants feel tight. My teeth are yellow and my eyes are red. Okay, my teeth never, actually look yellow, and my eyes are only red when it is something I have done to myself. But you know what I mean, some days we need help.

Good enough, it is the only benchmark we have to exceed. Only for ourselves, its not normally someone else’s needs. It is what we do to ourselves, and it is only ourselves from such thinking who need to escape.

Mostly, nobody else gives a shit. They are all worrying about their own self-esteem.


Sunday 20 June 2010

Christian Fundamentalist

A Christian fundamentalist mother stuffed a Bible in her baby's mouth killing her.

Well, there's one current use for the outdated old book.


Chuckle?

Oh, sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. But seriously?


Answer me this question, Christians. Why did God make her do it?

And don’t give me any of your bullshit. This is an entity, according to you, who created everything and everyone, and is responsible for everything that happens, so why did he make her do it?

And if you say he didn’t do it, and something else was responsible, your religion makes no sense.


Thursday 17 June 2010

Pink and Blue Doorway

Wednesday 16 June 2010

Winter Jackets

I love being buttoned up in jackets in winter. I like that feeling of being snug, strapped in, protected against the cold, it's like mother's love. Something to hold you all the way through. Snug. A good fit. A great fit. Double breasted is beat, a double row buttoning me in. 

That's the one thing I like about the winter.

Oh, and the cold on my face in the mornings, it's bracing, it reminds me that I am alive. And the fresh air against my skin, giving life, and energy, and breath, blowing any the stuffiness away. 

Air blowing into us. Air blowing over us. Air blowing around us. Giving life, and energy and drive, lifting us up.


Sunday 13 June 2010

Saturday 12 June 2010

Rabbits

 If you chase two rabbits they will both escape

- Chinese proverb


Monday 7 June 2010

Rain

Rain

Didn't it fucking rain over the weekend? Down it came. If Jesus had floated by nailed to a cross on the wrecked bow of the ark, I, well, me and all the Jesus Freaks wouldn't have been surprised.

As me old granny used to say, “Always live on the top of a hill.”

I told my young nephew that, "God's wife is taking a squat."

"Mary! Is that Mary?" he asked.

"No, she was just a receptacle for god's spoof on earth." Some preposterous story about a 13 year old denying who she was knocked up by?

"Whose god's wife then," Mitchell asked?

It all seemed so ridiculous and all too hard by that stage, as his innocent eyes gazed up at me. "Who indeed?"

"Don't fill his head full of that nonsense," said Mitcell's mum.


“So, who is god’s wife?”

“God’s wife?” asked Mitchell’s mum. “Asherah.”

“Who?”

“Asherah.”

“You are just making it up now?”

Mitchell's mum laughed out loud. "It is all made up, but the stories are interesting." 

"Interesting from a historical point of view."

"What people believed in in history," said Mitchell's mum. "Before they understood that none of it is true."

"What they believed in," I said. "Until they didn't."

"Most people don't believe it today."

"But they still go to church," said Mitchell. "And they still read from the bible."

"Maybe, a vocal minority," said Mitchell's mum. "I think you will find is the truth."


Sunday 6 June 2010

Royal Blue Naked

Toby Tucker

Hey, Toby Tucker, one of the cutest boys around. He always wanted it, I could see it in his eyes. The way he looked, that sly smile, knowing in it's intent. He'd hold my gaze, always look back, always look with interest. Sometimes he'd, practically, shake when he was around me, but he was always too scared, that was obvious.

See ya Toby Tucker, with your cute smile and your sexy looks. That cute little arse of yours and that tasty bulge, I'm sorry I never got to experience them. In another life time, I'm sure you would have let me.

In your new life time, I'm sure you'll let a nice French boy give you a lovely baguette.

Enjoy Paris... because, I'm sure, Paris will enjoy you. Be a good lawyer, well, as good as a lawyer gets.

There are people we lose along the way, life is just like that. You just have to smile and wave good bye, wish them luck, be thankful that you have known them at all.

Thursday 3 June 2010

Pixelated Green and Blue

A Charmed Life

People say I have this charmed life, all the time I feel like I never really fulfilled my potential.

People think I have a wonderful thing going on, all the time I feel a bit like a failure.

I have met a new lover and my friends have said it to him, Josh's charmed life. I never know what to say, as it seems so far from my reality, so different to how I feel inside.

Everybody wants to be me. Apparently.

Funny, I always think. Why set the benchmark so low?


Looking back over this... sometime later

The irony is everyone wants to be me, but me. Oh, I don't mean in a big and scary way, but don't we always want to be someone else or, at least, have someone else's life or, at least, some aspects of someone else's life? There is always someone who looks as though they are having a better life? Huh?

Having said that, I am pretty happy with mine. No complains. Well, no one cares anyway, they are too busy worrying about their own lives.


Tuesday 1 June 2010

Home Sweet Home

Dirty Laundry

We were talking about the WA politician chair sniffer. My friends believed it was disgusting. I thought it's just what people do, dirty secrets and all that. The only difference here was that he admitted to it.

My friends asked if I had done any such thing? I had to think and, initially, I thought that I hadn't, but, then it came to me. A hot Italian friend, who I think is really cute, was staying with me. He had a mattress on the floor next to my bed. The next morning, when he was some place else, I spotted his jocks, from the day before, lying next to his bed. I prefaced my admission with, I never thought I would ever be telling anyone this, but I picked them up and sniffed them.

All my friends laughed. And then came the admissions from each of them, one by one.