Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

My sexuality is being framed as a public “debate”. Framing my sexuality as a public debate, is a violation of my basic human rights. And the human rights of all women. I, as a lesbian woman have a right to identify how i choose to use my body: thats being made an “issue”. In becoming…

Would you believe a random stranger, G, who appeared suddenly on the street, and told you i didnt love you, would you not find him rather strange, this man, as if he was casting a dark illusion, over your eyes and heart? Who do you listen to, G, this trickery, or me, who tells you…

Because i care, G, the constant humiliation’s a parasitic rapist blood-letting, taking vitality from my soul, they aim directly at my sex, where kundalini, curled up, begs you come, G, in haste

You are life’s gift of mythology, G, Love, you were born on an ancient sea.  Both, in a different world to ancient Greece, created in that moment of Love between us, we discovered in us, the birth of myth In our love, Love came to Be

All my life, G, ive been a neutrino, passing people staring thru my ghost, i couldnt see them, either, just passed alongside each other, until i looked thru a doorway, then i had a body, and a lot to say to everybody, about all those years i couldnt see myself, until there was you

I wonder, G, with all the love poetry i say, do you feel the same way, what words of love would you say? Would you say the same things back to me, if we both said the same, we could quarrel about who said it first, cause we’d love one another just that way

My persecution you’ve seen, G, what nastiness people stuck in ignorance can do, cant see their own character assassinations, challenge anyone passing thru. Attempting to assassinate our love, does it not say more of them, G, who go from blaming me, to blaming you?

A poem is an empty vacuum, words cannot be constructed without thinking on you, G, just as life seems pointless to consider, to think what ive been thru, without meeting you life would have meant nothing to me, my muse

I still wont give up even to be your friend, G, i waited my whole life for my dream to appear – and you, a real queen, are a better vision than a dream-apparition.  True Love, that fortune so rare, and feeling your love – to feel is to feel a billionaire

A poem got stuck in my throat, people are saying you have a new submissive, and i choked, i have no life but you Id like to be your friend, by your side, i dont understand why we cant even be friends, G – why?