You Don't Know What You Want

Men want a woman who has the same manly interests as them. But she has to be womanly.
Women want a man who is a man. But he has to be like a woman because feminism. And he has to be sensitive because feminism. But he has to be manly because that's what she wants. But she can't be seen to want what she wants because feminism. And while she has what she has because feminism she is going to want what she isn't allowed to have. And so she is unhappy. But she will then have to blame it on the man because feminism. And the man will be upset that he is being blamed for something he is doing that he feels is right and isn't necessarily wrong but is still frowned upon and ridiculed because feminism. And they will break up and they will start to look for a new relationship only this time they will be more cautious. The woman will have to still look for the impossible man and the man will have to now look for someone he doesn't want but someone who he is told he should want because he wants his relationship to work but it will never work because they are both now looking for something neither of them want because feminism.

'A Mother' - Dubliners by James Joyce

The two men went along some tortuous passages and up a dark staircase and came to a secluded room where one of the stewards was uncorking bottles for a few gentlemen. One of these gentlemen was Mr O'Madden Burke, who had found out the room by instinct. He was a suave, elderly man who balanced his imposing body, when at rest, upon a large silk umbrella. His magniloquent western name was the moral umbrella upon which he balanced the fine problem of his finances. He was widely respected.

Steady State

Old thought by spectacle replaced.

A hidden sway revealed to play.

In falling night the silver light.

The lies will rise to be reborn.

Cacophonous peace explodes.

Breaks into that single piece.

That dances in cruel beauty.

Soft dissolve into the earth.

As the uninvited guest.

It falls into the sky.

Embrace in dance.

Wrapped within.

Flooding in.

Solitary.

Finally.

Awake.

Oh Cold Cup of Tea

I just wrote this. It didn't take long to write. I was inspired by the cold up of tea next to my computer.

Oh cup of tea,

There are many ways I forget you.

From afar as you sit next to the kettle

The tea bag browns you

It makes you bitter

And I sit, I poured you.

I just forgot.

By my side, your heat is lost,

As I sit, distracted by the world

You cool and stagnate

And I grow thirsty.

In the microwave, you hide

But I put you there to warm

To make you drinkable

Nice testable once more

And I know you want to call to me

But your voice I never hear.

Oh cup of tea

Oh cup of tea of mine

I forget you in so many ways.

Bollocks Pronouns

These #notagirl people... you know if we're all the same, which we are (in rights (in the West)), and if gender is not something that should be focused on, then why does it matter if someone calls them agirl? You can call me agirl if you like. My pronoun is 'zutpaswang'. “Hey, have you seen that nobend, Chris, this morning--- zutpaswang's wearing a purple yellow polka-dotted hat. Zutpaswang looks like a dick.” In 1^st person, my pronoun is wixswath. “Wixswath love the smell of napalm in the morning.” The possessive 2^nd person is xgfyhwd. “Chris looks like something from Alice in Wonderland. We should napalm xgfyhwd hat.”

I think the bollocks in people's heads should be listened to and then ignored. Letting them vent and share their frustrations is good, but it doesn't mean we have to change anything because of them.

The Dating Game

I once started dating this girl - back in the days when I couldn't bake etc - and she said she liked men who knew how to cook. "How hard is it to cook?" she asked, "All you have to do is applying yourself. Practice." I was encouraged by these words. I could cook. "Yeah," I said, "I can cook. It's not hard. You just follow the instructions on the jar."