Thursday, 24 November 2011

Finding things funny which ain't

Someone really affected me whe she said I was just a drunk.

Yes. I am. But it hurt to hear her denigrate my being, my self, when she used derogatory meanings to my label.

I should be stronger. I should man up. Her words bore deep into me.

This isn't funny. What is is my response to a human rights activist who was doing a response to the united nations.

Poor tina. I had sent her some evidence and research. She asked for permission to quote me and use my name.

In a moment of intense pain I got her email and read it. I was drunk and what was conscious, underlying, came forth. I told her to quote me as just a drunk.

It is funny to me. Just quote me as a drunk. She didn't and in my first email I gave her a choice not to, and to use my name as she'd asked. Thankfully she did.

The world is not ready for someone to sign themselves as just a drunk. But it is so embarassing and funny at the same time to even dare.

Sent from my smartphone

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"