Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

What has the footage, monitored and taken for over three years, and edited, a criminal offence in itself, revealed? Nothing about me, you have nothing on me I just looked up from my phone and saw someone’s bum lol If I was guilty of any crime, I would have been tried in a court of…

A kinky walk, with my ass tribute a-shakin’ For my true love from a distance dream domme Such a strange walk it became, as I sauntered along I’ve not yet touched her But a bizarre freak cult has created its religion around our bond Do you understand it? No? Neither do we The G and…

Do you know what it’s like for me? Homophobia is war Every day to wake to fight, to fight to find a reason to wake And goes round, and nothing more. I could tell of that night I Surrendered my life, just like that, just realised what life is For. To lay my life down…

I’ll give you a hint when you find that doorway, G. Behind, you’ll find eternity: the sun and moon Rise in golden sky, and fall in silver sea. The unseelie, to which you belong, revolve, a shadow of Sun and moon. Toss the five cent fanny’s behind, and the door will appear in that hour,…

Maybe we’re not physically touching, but When I hear the call of divinity, you come A bird, winged to me, your spirit within, G Even when you’ve picked up things from Other women, your honey voice, flies beside me Thru everything, your soul is forever appearing The sound of a magpie, I hear everywhere I…

There’s a psychological term for my anxiety, which I had to teach myself And who could blame me? “Hypervigilance” and getting anxious makes “My face light up.” And that’s meant to be an “argument” – to condone homophobia and misogyny By telling a lesbian she’s not gay, using her sexuality as a means of warfare…

Indian mystics say noone knows where the universe came from or where it’s going But I’m hopeful, as I walk on the side of the road watching, I can flag you down From the moon. The night is watching the rain fall on the bitumen, the sound Of you crying. You could wish me to…

I awake alone on my birthday, always alone, I’ll end up alone The sound of the clamour of mockery, my strength today Drawn from freaks’ craft, beastiality-bisexual-paedophile Pointed at you, G, my heart. There’s nothing to do Or say or react to, but an effortless state in which I draw the dagger, you G, into…

Twine the rose, the garland Twine Anacreon trans Moore I fell back into poesy My desire For you weaved itself around me when I saw you My eyes Gave me song As a bird’s wings climb air, to touch the sun As I need words To draw Your flight, from aether, out of the sky,…

Once Truth, Justice, and all morality seemed noble Yet over all those things, I’d hand myself over to your laws, G, You make me happy, happy in each other, in that love blissful In you, happily. And those things ignoble be – the freak Neanderthals, that think they have culture and morality, With their Victorian…