.i'm sorry, but i've looked at english grammar for far too long, to buy into the current *******... i just came from behind the iron curtain, i'm not about to go into "hiding" under a silicon curtain... valley my ***, silicon curtain, the end. gender, "neutral" pronouns? pronouns can't be "neutral", neutered... neuter via plural? they being a non-descriptive associated of both a he and a she? ****... most languages can't escape gender-inclusivity of their nouns... for example, names of cities... now you can have gender neutral nouns, i'll concede that... London: gender neutral... Paris: gender neutral... and then of course the more universal nouns in English, predicated by either a definite or an indefinite article: making gender-ascription to nouns even harder... because that's how the english language operates: something is either definite, or it's indefinite... all the continent languages, however, ascribe genders to their nouns... either masculine or feminine, or whatever... is this some sort of quasi-anglophone envy of continent languages? say, in my nativspreschen... słońce (the sun) is feminine... księżyc (the moon) is masculine... Warszawa (Warsaw) is feminine... Niemcy (Germany) is actually gender neutral, in that it refers to a people... Rosja (Russian) is feminine... Anglia (England) is feminine... there is noun-ambiguity regarding "gender" in continental languages... which the English language lacks: due to the definite / indefinite articulation via (a- -the "ism")... pronoun gender "neutrality" never existed... because... gender-appropriation of nouns was never on the cards in this language... and never will be... come on... you really don't need some foreigner to tell you the basics of your own tongue... i hate to even associate myself with such pieces as are provided in the form of the "useful idiots"... i hate it... it's like asking to fiddle about with a down syndrome competitor at a su doku olympics... it's not fair!
i only really had two loves in my life... Paris, circa 2005 and Edinburgh circa in the range of 2004 through to 2007... those really were my only true loves... London? London just grew on me, esp. the east end... i became infected with its heterogeneity, so much so, that whenever i visit my grandparents, in the most feral of lands, Poland... and peer into its homogeneity, i am fed a staggering amount of nausea... sure, once in a while you'll spot a Roma in these parts, handling cheap chinese goods at the market, but otherwise? and... given, that i'm a first generation expatriate (eh, eh? i know what the natives call their own, "elsewhere", akin to h'america or australia)...
the girlfriends? eh... two, three, more prostitutes...
whoever these middle-aged men are, talking m.g.t.o.w., after two failed marriages... i was already on my way, aged 21... sure, it was fun for the first few years... i remember the tingling sensation of holding my first girlfriend's hand while watching romeo + juliet in her father's presence... that **** was cool... it's still so vivid to me... again: slandering women is not cool... i remember these girlfriends with a fondness... i don't want the anchor of bitterness to put me in one place... fondness is all the wind in the sails you will ever need to sail along... and... em... stealing one or two kisses from prostitutes... that's all...
the last one i left? 21... she married...
she remarried...
and she ****** quiet a bit in between...
last time i visisted her out of a weird sense of obligation...
hand... slashed down their veins...
i stayed for about four days...
over a period of two nights i slept with the window
open, with my clothes on...
third night i took my clothes off...
i inquired...
she was waking up each morning with
a jug of coffee and turned into:
less a masters in anthropology...
and more the russian gamer chick...
one night she called up her
sycophants...
we smoked...
her husband wasn't home...
"then", her, "still"(?) huspand?
but her boyfriend was there...
i was sitting akimbo and talking to this guy...
and he told me how he ******:
my would be fiancé...
well... i just broke down
into the most amazing laughter...
a laughter that put me to sleep,
a laughter that made all the people leave,
and i was left with her, alone,
in a room...
she was still playing a video game...
while i got up and rolled another joint...
but the whole joke comes at the fact that:
i, i was the person who was always dumped...
ilona, promis, isabella...
they all dumped me...
but... what, a, *******, relief!
maybe that's why i came to terms
with myself, maybe that's why
drinking in ms. amber's company
is such a joyous treat...
unlike most drunks...
esp. women: i do not wallow in grief,
or for that matter... hold any grievances...
all that has happened,
has, happened, in order that i might find:
release, and in finding my release...
relief!
i had to mention these
scenarios... i remember the last words ilona
said to me: blah blah... by doing x
as you've continued to displease me...
blah blah... you'll never become a man!
true...
who the **** want's
to be an ahston court trained poodle?!
what, enough ***** to keep the economy
going?
everyone knows that women
are the crown of capitalism...
no woman, no crown, no capitalism...
it's not even socialism at this point,
or anarchy... it's... eh... m'eh?
why do only fools and horses
marry?
****, if there was a swan ontology
built into man? maybe... after all...
there is such a phenomenon
(more like a noumenon) of the widow swan,
or a widower swan...
it's as if the animal has lost its
physical union, and transitioned into
a metaphysical union, beside the body...
a realm of perpetuated memory,
awaiting transcendence...
now... i believe there's a godhead for
all things in this world...
there's the godhead of swans,
as there is the godhead of all the other creatures...
which: gushes out ontological cueues...
pointers...
after all, i already said what
my two true loves were...
Paris and Edinburgh...
i remember the first time i arrived
in Paris...
when i reached 3 Ducks hostel in Paris,
the guy in charge, was surprised,
that i managed to walk,
all the way from where the drop-off was
for people arriving from the airport
by coach, some 40+ miles from Paris itself...
i walked... i breathed... i was amazed
at the Eiffel Tower...
most people just took the underground...
plus i had a really ****** map...
didn't speak the language...
but that year... circa 2005... Paris...
that was...
something else...
or Edinburgh, circa 2004...
thank god i didn't apply
to Warwick university...
campus university *******...
Bristol? eh... the city didn't appeal
to me...
Edinburgh... that's something
else...
even Venice is more or less:
passable...
mind you... what's this current
transgender debate about men thinking they're
women, competing in women's sports?
today i saw the perfect example
of a decent woman's sport...
tennis... haleb vs. linette...
**** on me, what a match...
no. 3 seed versus no. 87 in world ranking...
i prefer women's tennis...
with male tennis its all about
the service game: "****" advantage...
but at least in woman's tennis,
you get longer rallies...
and the antithesis of what an ****** sounds
like... and all that show of legs...
it's beautiful...
beside... this "new" transgender "thing",
that **** is old...
i always confuse the two...
DDR... FDR...
Deutsche Demokratische Republik...
Federal Republic of Germany...
so, yeah... the former... DDR...
and i've heard this many times...
the same happened back then,
at the olympic games...
it's a joke now...
but women from the DDR were given hormones...
to make them more masculine...
only that... it was real chemistry
working on real biology...
women, were given male hormones...
and competed with other females...
now?
em... what if these "women",
want to compete with women...
and can do so... if given female hormones,
added with a cocktail of male hormone
blockers?!
the whole olympic circus is already
rigged with chemistry...
**** it: ***** all of them!
may the best chemist win!
**** it, jack 'em up! give each and everyone
of them the best juice!
swear to god,
all the female atheletes back in the days
of DDR were given some hormonal++ juice...
maybe a mix of amphetamines and
steroids...
so... if these "women" want to
compete with women?
shouldn't they be given...
say... the realistic dosage of hormones...
a body of a natural woman creates?!
****, in a time when a bilingual is deemed
a schizophrenic... because he's not a polyglot...
of course the trans movement was always going
to undermine women...
that's why i decided, aged 21...
no... you know what?
i don't like stress...
loved you, but thank god i left you...
Paris and Edinburgh became my two true loves...
and... given they're cities...
they are as intricate as any person might be...
so... not to be demeaning...
but a cat and mouse game...
and then being dumped...
i settled for the next best
thing... once a year... ****... once every five years...
if there's any Jack the Ripper urge "lurking"
in me...
just visit a brothel
to check your body temp. against another
body, and see if you can share the same pulse.
but as you might have already guessed,
this was the original draft:
tattooing an impermant
mark on the left arm:
h-
(e)
-a-
(lef)
-y
(od)
what yah /
יאח demands...
ה (he) + א (alef),
and ח (het) + ע (ayin) -
i.e. the tetragrammaton
squared -
laughter of the interchange. ע
p.s. i still don't
see how Adam conceived of
Abel, or Cain...
how a-lef or a-yin is a consonant,
transcendent...
given the hebrew ah is:
guised in the name kametz...
i see a story of two Adams...
and i called them,
Aleph and Ayin.