Don't Think Twice

Rarrr.

Have Confidence In Your Competence.

A poem for swingers, a poem for the playgirls of the universe

I like women who haven’t lived with too many men.
I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women
who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience.

There is a quality about women who choose
men sparingly;
it appears in their walk
in their eyes
in their laughter and in their
gentle hearts.

Women who have had too many men
seem to choose the next one
out of revenge rather than with
feeling.

When you play the field selfishly everything
works against you:
one can’t insist on love or
demand affection.
you’re finally left with whatever
you have been willing to give
which often is:
nothing.

Some women are delicate things
some women are delicious and
wondrous.

If you want to piss on the sun
go ahead
but please leave them
alone.

- Charles Bukowski

Maybe this time...

Being in a play is wonderful. Being in a play in the Edinburgh Fringe Festival is just amazing. But as a consequence, albeit a painful one, when it is all over, the mysterious and heartbreaking Post Show Blues arrives. I can't say I miss the actual show, I will personally never mind if the words 'cerulean blue' are never uttered by my mouth again.

But I am missing the constant company, the hugs on demand, late night reading and bed-shaking giggles. Most of all, I am missing the singing. The spontaneous, inappropriate solos that quickly turned into chorus hits, you were never left singing alone.

I post this video in the hope that one day, we will actually know the words.

Oh darling little blog, I miss you so. Even now, I'm really struggling with just typing this tiny bit. I hope that this block goes away soon.

Our Window.

Some very lovely people have noticed that I haven't been blogging very much. I have plenty of things to say ('I've written lots of blogs in my head...') but just haven't had the motivation to get them out of my head. Life is a bit difficult and sad and messy at the moment and I don't want to be an awkward over-sharer.


I did a play, which was amazing. I'm researching a lot for my dissertation. I've been drinking lots of water and listening to sad music in the sun. Some of my friends have been really lovely.

I'll fill in the gaps at some point but until then, I invite you all to listen to the melancholic sounds of 'Noah and the Whale'. Get your lonely/miserable stare on.

I am still loving.