the war is over and we won. hooray. there are rules now. men have to treat women as equals. uh-huh. i get that. but has the fact that men and women are NOT equals, and are not supposed to be equals, escaped everyone else ?. this planet is populated primarily with dual-gendered species, and gender-typical standard behaviour is observable in all animals excepting the human one ... ... who knows better. so i am supposed to be a new woman. i have won the right to leave the home in the mo...

the world is full of divorced parents who ruin their “first” family and then threaten the world record on disastrous attempts at making another one. and whilst i have never been overly fond of the familial gathering, i like them even less now i don’t KNOW who i’m related to. i have step-siblings. adopted siblings. half-siblings. i have some twice my age and some who are still at school. the only thing we have in common is that we have a shitty father. as i grew up and each of their m...

i feel sorry for men. but don't tell anyone. (especially the men themselves). it's the original man-as-hunter vs. woman-as-nester tribal conflict. you just have to look over any suburban fence, any saturday, to see what our so-called equality has spawned: a tragic diorama of bitter would-be warriors mowing their lawns and hating their wives because they have to blame SOMEONE ... ... can i venture a scary thought ... it may not be their fault. awful, i know. but todays' man is face...

the blonde follows me into the bathroom. pleading for her life. i regard her dispassionately. i am decided. i put the gloves on. her eyes widen in alarm (it takes much longer than i expect and is very messy) i am sobbing. scrubbing. rose tainted water. terrible stains. but i hated her ... and now that she's dead i can breathe again i am calm by the time my husband arrives i do not greet him i hug my secret i hold my breath and wait his voice is...

i don't like "scowlers". maybe i have a bit too much to say for myself, but at least i have the nerve to actually SAY it. don't you hate it when you say or do something and somebody makes THAT face ?. that face that says "i completely disapprove of what you just said/did, but i lack the conviction/courage to give voice to that. i will instead sit here with this disapproving look welded onto my countenence and make certain that you notice it". so you try. you really do. you say: "what does ...

i have musician friends. (don't be impressed. all geeky girls do). anyway, one of these friends (and by default thereby, all of us) has found himself suddenly in possession of a "wayne". any of you who have musical or artistic friends will have met a wayne at some point. waynes' start out seeming harmless enough. they pop up at the odd show. have a chat, maybe a beer afterwards. then they appear more regularly. in more places. soon, you have yourselves a real problem. now, wayne is a nice ...

people who blame others for their emotional baggage annoy me. if i had a dollar for every person i've heard blame their vile behaviour some long-since-dead love, i'd be much more of a bitch than i am now. haha. but i digress ... i don't deny that it is possible, even desirable, to ponder "what went wrong" and adjust your behaviour or expectations accordingly. but is that possible when you're too close to have any objectivity ?. using bad past experiences as an excuse to love a new person co...

sex is much, much too straightforward for we humans reproductive organs are unique as far as organs go, in that they contribute nothing to our survival. they are purpose built for reproduction and do not depend on pleasurable sensations, although they do afford some. there is no actual thing as "sexuality", and there are no "sex organs": no part of the body is designed solely for pleasurable purposes. you could cite the clitoris, and say its' purpose is only pleasure. and whilst ...

this is not a litany of praise for my righteousness but a damning tirade of curses for my stupidity, for which i ... ... DO NOT open like a flower in grateful thanks. i instead wither but do. not. die. of love no sense of comfort is provided by my morality ... ... (but an unsatiated and infuriated love is, and it wakes me nightly to demand an audience for its’ torture) the reward for my virtue is not exultation, fuck it i. find. no. solace. but where solace sh...

at that other mans' house, where my girlfriend lives, she sweeps his floor every day. he lifts his feet so she can "get under 'em" (i would never have her sweep my floor. i couldn't bear to see her bruise her pale knees getting "into the corners"). then she might have worn a less weary expression laughed more often. told more people to fuck themselves. and in a much louder voice. had i been ready for her, she might have done all of that. i don't know my girlfriend anymore but i...

ripe how terribly strange to be ripe look down. the flurry of new growth exhausts you further and the optimism makes the branches shake with your laughter look up. the shit lands on your face final touches on. finished. hang on now & look sweet until you drop

i shouldn’t be married. i’m a bad wife. i’m a great girlfriend. but i’m shit at being a wife. i don’t even like the word wife. it conjures a mental image of my mother. i liked living alone. i’m very self-reliant. why i did this again is beyond me. yes, i love him. yes, i’m a fool to be unhappy. but i still am sometimes. he’s reliable. steady. he probably saved my sanity. but it’s against my nature to be settled. stability bores me. we’ve had 4 houses in as many years. he wants to stop. settle. ...

i hit someone once. a lady. well, ok, i sort of slapped her a bit. just a bit. my hand sort of slid off her face and it wasn't hard. but it still made a really good noise. i was in a shopping centre in a very affluent area some distance from my own home at the time. i usually would avoid such a place, but i was collecting my wedding gown. i was wandering down one of those big, wide aisles those places have. to be fair, i was meandering down the middle. but slowly. i should add that i can be s...