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October 7th, 2018

Wrong Word

I was going to say that I was wading through a miasma of feelings. But farrago is much more accurate.

Words are important. Very.

I constantly see an array of memories via the powahs of FB. Mostly they are all good, the remind me of happier, richer times.

I went to Rubber Cult today, first time. Loved it for the very convivial atmosphere and of course the fabulous outfits. Lots of people from overseas. But for a doyenne of the fet scene, I am a fish outta water with no sexy partner to enjoy it with. That has pretty much sucked the luv out of fetish clubbing for me in many ways. I completely enjoyed it, don't get me wrong. But no partner in crime. At the moment, I don't feel the same about it all, but I'm sure it'll return.

So proud of my lovely dort today, for making a MASSIVE and very brave stand against a know knife gang. My goodness, she is me. I could not ask for more.

Been thinking hard about going away and finding a new life. However, as 16 years away from getting a pension, wishful thinking innit!

Just deciding now, should I stay up for sunrise?
When you see a wrong, strive to make it right. This doesn't mean you have to be a Grammar Nazi or a leftie politico or a feminist harpie. It just means when you see a wrong and it is within your power to make it right, do just that.

It will make you unpopular. Your weak willed boyfriend will hate you, you'll be seen as an agitator and stirrer. It is easier to look the other way, walk on by and settle for a quiet life.

So by all means, feel free to subjugate yourselves even more. Be the little women you were meant to be. Agree, conceed, keep schtum. Shhhhhhh.


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