Thursday, August 8, 2013
I have been reading a lot of news items from both South Africa and Russia where the term "corrective rape" has been used to describe the rape of a known lesbian. I have something to say about this.
I'm sure some sick, twisted, ignorant, soul-sucking rapist may think that he is helping to enlighten his victim, or "pupil", righting a wrong in some way through his abuse, but rape is the most humiliating, damaging, violent attack you can perpetrate on a woman. If the woman happens to be lesbian, perhaps even more so, yet after she picks herself up and brushes herself off, I'm sure that in zero percent of cases, she slaps her hand to her forehead and exclaims, "So that's what I've been missing! I've wasted all those years!"
I would like to see journalists start using appropriate adjectives when describing rape, such as brutal or vicious. It is not until the rapist is thrown in prison and his cellmate Buba, thinks he's purdy, that the corrective rape occurs!
Thanks for reading
Saturday, August 4, 2012
I have great disdain for washing lines, especially one that wants to stretch across my tiny garden. The plumbing is ancient, separate hot and cold in the kitchen sink! The cottage where we live has a tiny kitchen. It's what I like to call a one-cabinet-kitchen, for obvious reasons. All the appliances are half the size I'm used to except the toaster, a slice of bread seems to be the same everywhere you go.
I don't have a car here, but "we" do and my wife needs it to get to her job which is far away. I was able to drive it for the first year, but now I need to take the driving test here, and pass to get a British driving license in order to be legal and insured. I've been driving and had my own vehicle since I was old enough to drive. It's a huge lifestyle change to lose that ability and freedom.
Needless to say, I complain and grouse a lot about almost everything, and my wife reacts by doing everything in her power to make me happy, get me what I need, fix all that she can. She takes me where I need or want to go without complaint. She brings me flowers, and brags about me to all her friends. She is everything I'd hoped she'd be and more. I am miserably the happiest woman on earth! She puts up with a lot and I owe her so much more than constant whingeing.
There are a lot of good things here too, but my gorgeous bride takes the cake!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
The part that gets us, is we stopped playing Mafia Wars and got rid of all the people we thought we didn't know, or didn't consider "friends". Oopsie, guess one or both of us missed one discrete, hateful, malicious, foul smelling, ugly bedraggled slag! We request that the scum sucking oxygen thief please come forward whenever you are finished ridding the world of nasty emboldened homosexuals in need of help, so that we may treat you with the appropriate level of contempt. We would like to present you with a plaque for your tireless efforts in proving yourself to be a colossal thundering fucknugget! If you lack the moral fiber to take ownership of your handiwork, at least have the decency, and I know that's asking a lot, to remove us as friends, and go forth in short jerky movements.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Four years ago, I had it all. When the economy went down it took me with it, my home, my business, everything. Since then, I have fallen in love and become engaged to a wonderful woman, Caroline. She lives in England, and I am in California. She can’t live here legally, but I can go there. I am working hard to make that happen, and although things are tough, I have received a lot of help from my friends.
Elizabeth has let me live in her home, and sacrificed half her garage to let me have a work-shop for the past year and a half RENT FREE, and I feel my debt to her is enormous. I often think “there but for the grace of god go I” when I see homeless people.
Tauni spent $600 on veterinary care for my dog Winston, to get him what he needs to be able to travel to the UK without being quarantined for 6 months. She has also hired me to do some work for her, and insisted on paying when I’d have done it for nothing.
Faye and Sarah have sent me $200 American cash, through the post from England so that I could get my passport application in, and I never asked them for a thing. They are both currently unemployed, and with two kids, six cats, and a dog, it might as well have been $2000!
Even though my life is really hard right now, between Caroline, and my friends, I have never felt so lucky! I am going to find a way to get to Caroline, and marry her, but if you could help me thank the people who’ve given so much to help me, it would be incredible!
Kindest regards, Tracy