Living My Truth in Bournemouth πŸ–οΈπŸŸ

Nothing says Gallivanting Goth like a seaside trip on a bank holiday weekend! Indeed, before life got slightly disrupted by a bunch of twats in suits, travelling was a staple in my life (never a syringe πŸ˜‰). In some respect, it still is, with locations being just a little more local for now, until the twats in suits get prison suits. I feel very blessed … Continue reading Living My Truth in Bournemouth πŸ–οΈπŸŸ

Making Working Out Work Out πŸ‹οΈβ€β™€οΈπŸ’ͺ

Back in 2020, when the scamdemic officially started, I received a message advising me that my gym was to shut down – indefinitely. As soon as I read this, the wrong kind of athletics started kicking in : the anxiety marathon. Why? Well, to me the gym is the ultimate therapy, not only does it make my mind sharper than a Karen’s inverted bob haircut, … Continue reading Making Working Out Work Out πŸ‹οΈβ€β™€οΈπŸ’ͺ

Nude Lips Sink Bad Quips πŸ‘„πŸ’¬

The year is 2021, and humanity is devolving into full retardation. reΒ·tarΒ·daΒ·tion | \ ΛŒrΔ“-ˌtΓ€r-ˈdā-shΙ™n  : an abnormal slowness of thought or action (Merriam-Webster) Are you hyper ventilating yet? Calling the Vocabulary Army? or perhaps foaming at the mouth because I dared use a word in its rightful context? If you did screech and reach for your “cancellation” button – well there isn’t one. If you just cackled, hello … Continue reading Nude Lips Sink Bad Quips πŸ‘„πŸ’¬

Just a Woman in 2021 β™€οΈπŸ™‹πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

I have now reached the point in the world’s timeline where people are not only seriously identifying as lampshades and excel file extensions (pronouns xls and xlxs of course), but they are also dead serious about unleashing their insecurities onto the world. They will even demand you include their insanity in your vocabulary (case in point). All because being a Man or a Woman with … Continue reading Just a Woman in 2021 β™€οΈπŸ™‹πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

Smell The Coffee, The Flowers and The Crazy β˜•πŸ’πŸ’©

… are all things that I did yesterday! Despite the Borisesque weather (read: unstable, flip floppy and unreliable), a friend and I decided to meet by the river for an overdue catch up. Our catch ups are amazing because we are both aligned on how we view the world, which means that we usually end up having hours long esoteric discussions. After three hours spent … Continue reading Smell The Coffee, The Flowers and The Crazy β˜•πŸ’πŸ’©

No. β›”πŸ€₯πŸ–•

It seems that the Church of Covid’s marketing department is working overtime these days. Shame that the thousands of pounds spent plastering buses and panels with propaganda are not spent on the “overworked” NHS or on its overflowing waiting list of actual sick people; rather than the hypochondriacs desperately testing themselves for a trace of a non isolated virus. Shame that instead of promoting how … Continue reading No. β›”πŸ€₯πŸ–•

Feeling Batshit and Getting My Bat Out πŸ¦‡πŸ₯Š

This week, I have eased off a bit on reading about the dumpster fire that some call “the new normal“. I find myself getting deeply enraged about what I read and see, and can recognise that it is not a healthy place to be (the gym is a much better place). It doesn’t help that I have been watching martial arts movies night after night, … Continue reading Feeling Batshit and Getting My Bat Out πŸ¦‡πŸ₯Š

In The City in EC3 : An Occult Walk πŸ“ΈπŸ‘£

The beautiful thing with street photography is that it does not rely on any external factor for full enjoyment : all that is needed is a camera, a willingness to explore and the ability to see beauty everywhere. As we are slowly devolving into a fascist state ruled by “Certificate of Vaccine Id” (aka Covid), I am glad that I have this hobby of mine … Continue reading In The City in EC3 : An Occult Walk πŸ“ΈπŸ‘£

OOTD: Da Goth Unchained β›“οΈπŸ”—

You know when people feed you clichΓ© lines such as “be the change you want to see in the world” and you sardonically smile and are like “yeah,yeah whatever Gandhi“? (apparently it wasn’t him who said that- who would have thought the internet would lie?). Well, I used to be like that until I broke free of the social conditioning which made me hide my … Continue reading OOTD: Da Goth Unchained β›“οΈπŸ”—