I’d love to move out on my own but I don’t want to live in Newcastle anymore. I’m tired of my surroundings, suffocating, dead. I wish my cat was human, I want someone to hang out with and talk to when I feel alone.
Modern physicists have recently began to speculate that our universe is part of much grander cosmos than previously thought. Such mathematical speculation suggests it's possible that a vast number of parallel universes or a "multiverse" may indeed lay beyond our cosmic horizon. In one of these other universes is it possible that I'm a half decent cunt with no problems and less debts? x
Tomorrow my TAFE class will be running the laboratory for a group of Year 12 students from Newcastle High School and If they misbehave I’m going to stab them in the neck with a burette full of hydrochloric acid.
“'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'
‘The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.
You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.
The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.
You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’”—
“I’ve gained some weight but you don’t care.
And when you look at me,
I see the same hunger in your eyes as that first night.
My body’s stretched and I’m self conscious about the markings
but you still run your fingers across my hips with no hesitation.
I don’t know if I’m beautiful but I know that you think so.”—Unknown.