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Let there be light… genetics -vs- environmental

My dad always said that. He would ponder something and finally when he had the answer he would declare, “Let there be light!” and he would explain the solution he had come up with. Not that he thought of himself as a particularly intelligent man – but he was. Mum was smart too. Probably far(…)

Ahh… romance – not!

Ahhh, romance. I’ve never had romance. Not that I would have minded — it just didn’t work out that way. My first love … errr… experience – a quick painful grope in St.Leonards park at 14 and not with the guy I was in love with. Sheesh. Won’t waste time explaining that. Then my beloved(…)

FairyLand Revisited…

When I was offered an apple as a child I would examine it carefully for pinpricks – convinced it may have been poisoned by someone… …thank you Snow White for the fond childhood memories. Folk tales and fairy tales have always been my favourites. Because I read voraciously as a child – and there was(…)

Rash promises… and lies we tell our peer groups to fit in

I try not to make rash promises any more.  I used to do it all the time when I was young.  I remember at school always saying I’d do something and then getting into trouble when it didn’t happen.  Years later after I got sober I realized I’d done it just to make people like(…)

The Dutiful Wives Club… a poem

The Dutiful Wives Club Beaten, bruised inside and out. Her eyes on the ground & stay there. Soft sad voice mumbling answers No, I fell. Really. And I’m clumsy by nature. Hands clench, eyes tear.The physical pain can be cured with pills and potions, patting and presents. Inside her heart is raw with letting it(…)

The best excuse you can ever think of…

He didn’t like to make excuses. He felt that people should never make excuses. They should own what they do and just get the job done. He had no time for people who said sorry or explained away failures with pathetic excuses. He’d had associates who had done that in the past. One in particular(…)


Our family ran on secrets. Dad’s parents disowned him for having a suspicious liking for boys. Dad as found “doing things” with a man in a public toilet in 1958. My uncle (my Mother’s brother) disowned Mum and Dad after Dad was charged for his indiscretion Mum couldn’t cope without a support network and had(…)

I have always enjoyed men…

I have always enjoyed men. I like to watch them — to play them sometimes when the acting chance arises. I find the difference in mannerisms fascinating. I prefer to direct men when I have the option. There is quite often a natural strength that can be developed for a MALE character far more easily(…)