#Whores of yore

[jolie--cherie]

Btw the audiobook I’ve been listening to at work lol

[bardinthezone]

twenty twenty-vore. next question.

REMINDER: We're taking next week off, so there won't be any livestreams or new episodes, but the Naming of 2024 will be out on January 1st!

[meerawrites]

Convenient how lenient the world is to brothers whose acclaim would be shame for their sisters or their mothers. / Wear your heart on your cheek, but never on up your sleeve, unless you want to taste defeat.

Audrey’s - coat of arms.

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Be curious not judgemental - whores of yore.

Further reading.

[wronglennon]

ps 1 please and thank you!

And honestly, wasn’t he a bit late in life to be doing the whole experimentation thing? As Jez said, forty is basically fifty, and no one comes out at fifty unless they’re severely starved of attention or unemployed. The whole coming out process seemed a faff too. What, he was going to gather everyone he knew to announce that he would be doubling the pool of individuals who were patently uninterested in him? Who would even come to that: Jez, Super Hans if he was pleasantly cracked out of his mind, maybe Pedge if all of the immigration issues in Nairobi had been sorted out. It was just all a bit… loud. No, better to screw the lid firmly shut on the gayness and the questioning and air it out during midnight wank sessions. The modern obsession with openness was a fad, he was sure of it. A few sensitivity-in-the-workplace workshops wouldn’t topple hundreds of years of English repression.

Maybe it would have been easier to avoid all of this had his roommate not been completely devoid of any sense of shame. It was as though Jeremy expunged all shame and self-hatred from his body daily and it all was sucked into Mark’s nebulous black hole of being. Jeremy flaunted his sexuality in a way that warranted only one label. Mark wasn’t particularly fond of using this word, but there really was no moniker for Jez other than, well, ‘slut’. A proper slut’s slut. Like the sluts of yore, he was a whore in the temple court as Jesus overturned the money changer’s table. And, knowing him, he’d have watched that whole display and left thinking, well, that bearded bloke obviously wanted to try it on with me.

hiii eliza ty!! this is my peep show wip that i genuinely rlly love and want to return to. just a run of the mill awkward fuck between them but i find them sooo much fun to write.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi sex witch! This is a little outside the 'sex advice' thing, but do you have any recommendations for resources about the history of sex and sexuality?

(Also, long time listener first time caller or whatever, and I really appreciate the educational stuff you've posted. My sex ed was garbage and I've learned a lot, so thanks 👍)

hi anon!

that's a huge question, as there's obviously a lot of history in the world and even more sex!

a great place I'd recommend to start is looking at historian Kate Lister's work, as there's quite a lot to pick from! in addition to a very fun book called, fittingly, A Curious History of Sex, Kate's got a blog called Whores of Yore AND a podcast called Betwixt the Sheets, which is an especially great place to start since each episode features guest experts whose work lends itself to further exploring.

Hanne Blank's books Virgin and Straight are also fascinating histories about exactly what you think they're about, and were BEYOND formative for me when I was first getting serious about my own sex research.

[cream4crime]

too much information for a cadet academy because I'm so learning to shorten words logos as why you think I'm weak minded my silence that returns to me don't read the devil better than me because you can't be any man like me If you can't take my bar away ask me to make a fictional one so you take a lie away if you like my prohibition honk your police horn because the clown can hear the right judge.

If I can't pronounce or spell then I am illiterate because I need to hear the word said in punished dialect and make familiar the whole word and suffix prefix parts indecent to not be attached to somebody of a corpse unattachable root with mix or set of vowels mixes to confuse my understanding of what they are exactly hole in sounding with possible corehood with prefix with suffix visible to me and maybe plural and other strange plurals that aren't norms of s(es) because mice have lice with the pluck wrong of uck sign the police officer policy to know uck and take it to a sheriff uniform to know the difference having uniform determination of uck skills as powerful as a confessionary stand in a Catholic Church to get a confession as a special gift of obvious to you find one proud Bird of prey to any bird turd of a word whore for me to know the written word had Worth to a fake democracy better to trust modesty of kind bird of pray so humble to be almost nice and wise do not speak for ones better way without knowing absolute truth of why that save you wrongest oh uck as Mercy some how surely can't know it unless you wear the uniform of knowing uck it better than a pretty woman could probably wear it anyway saying he let me wear it how could he as a sheriff can say,

uck to the guy who did magically appear before the sheriff's genie the conjure him up that way saying that's your job oh man he's the key of the uniform of y-uck is that root word of two basic tuning fork of why I've never understood a fork smaller than y root core hood as better tuning fork than I can know as the sheriff can classify uck different diplomacy as Catholic sin versus Protestant infringement AKA unrealized protesting inversely rape it if it can be raped to know that rape you better later a bird city worthy an injury of ouch a dog ate a loyal turd of protein from a cat's asshole loved strongest his brave way sat the sad styr cry of drunken guinea pig yore barfing score with the quiet silencing of the sheriff dragon who said so as think a lair of a spirit a sheriff have a perfect tuning fork to handle a lying instrument like

that but you can get a share of nurse to handle an unclean spirit because it's guilty of medicine, punished by medicine truly because whatever is the greater good is not the best interest of the law so damn is that devil already worse to have a better fork than a two-pronged sheriff lover cuz a four prong getting murdered anybody wish and recreate him too saying voila you'll never know the difference enough to make the wine in their own rented place to my ruin of good name spoiled worse than vinegar strong taste of proof barfing evidence of safety violation to afford wine making but not it's buying the blind way of prohibition I will spare once a bird and repeated it monthly every month lethal injection of a nurse who said so to be or not to be a slave never knowing a cage of less freedom without ever knowing a loss without gaining it in my scream of torment only having found relief in the stolen bones of worth a few dollars of my salvation for having cured cancer rightly the injury of my salvation accidentally having escaped the imprisonment unknown to me until freedom from a physical obligation to not commit suicide by physical obligation of instructions given to me even more intoxicating their barf and not their best friend a space ball with afro-coming with a larger helmet and you can know as authority wrong to us must be the right authority to protect your head from the spirit of me too unclean to be felt wrong by uck but been making nurse share cry for mommy you smell bad to me as this smelly snake of me but not old enough to buy it so I know the vomit of my pee paid as poor card of good name old enough to pity once used better free than sorrow I knew so long ago save me the trouble of tobacco worse peer pressure in the same place of home

when I was 19 to worth it that say two edged sword of a proposition injury but didn't blame them there either having left for other reason but have been a villain to hold everything rightly on the lady loved so romantic never given to my wait that murdered me by the way they never know I forsaken and cursed better the greater good could never be the best interest of my law

that a federal judge more wise than this must have been better wise than I could know true uck better than the shin of my veals religion unknown to me gotten them piss poor wine and wine coolers poorer than some red wine I could drink in my religion a Prohibition better for you to use my card for them long ago when I first got here when I was 40 score years young Ford score snore wrongful exchange of snoring permissions unlawful my tourist unrealized way that did so snoring as vigilante snort wrong for me for too much information for you?

if you were like redeemable like armor right for any ray only to sunburn a leather bag for her or at least not destroy her face and hands by the hardening leather skin of the Sun cries the ray of Islam is wrong for us too

for having done so which I can't speak for other men if they could survive it or not because a jock might accidentally be proficient in something like the whorescore of the vegetarian way

that but you're a fool to try it on without someone telling you so as I wouldn't suggest it, because the time is right my pretty if it is time for freedom fries say my baby calves made silent of my veal with a ankle joint and foot attached below it for you to stare at naked FBI agent of an alien light from above of a great wrong worse than gay whoremore of gray aliens fifty shades of further alienation of his shy Federal Way so special ed my school too young of my skill to slay the alien thing more wrong than me on short bus

unless you are vigilantes not held Ransom for you which I've never met Shell shocked by violent cartoons

both having the same plural horrorhood set of letters locked in sound of word alternative completely different meanings typically Helen alternative bologna massive list of questionable wonders and written indifferences to make completely invalid language that you thought you can understand before me as a bar that ruined ones because it was meant to be more like a can opener medicine buzzzzzz lift fly stuck on wall shitty worker

to drink it down a vampire thought more caring than me than how they sound or how they sound differently writen horrorplex a slurping that blood down a parasite for me eating the parasites thereafter is a delicious snack because I grew myself if you won't do it all the ways you could write it or say it etc etc plus all the other things you could mean to me

that it doesn't mean to you certain true I have a private interpretation of English and have a disability to let me say anything else other than that because I can't speak foreign languages except by accident because s(es) plural and other words spelled differently sounding the same punishment hearing their punishing vigilantly English professor whack me with his tongue

that I can't grasp any wronger to say jerk off your own tongue with the word whore of my freak better!

I don't think the handshake was insured so easily for insurance a chivalry that's a mother's worth that could die for nothing, but that's what they told me and I don't understand

that either to this day because I don't drive the car nor own it or blame the man for anything who drove it he just to get away driver just as much as anyone who bought it and know what it was I wonder if it saved the salesman as my judgement is on my hand but the handshake is issue irrational spirit

that possessed me as a confused duty of my ancestry as getting a liar of instrument at least you die not nor unclean snake of medicine murderer salesman if I don't understand my judgment more right Spirit mother as my father first to honor you freaks for man whore that is when I finally got rid of anything you could to be split up for my God for nothing only

then that last thing for nothing was I enlightened again be no more possessed pray to stay that way as it possessed by someone holy thing to some signed name of some whore guitar some wrong for you is the assignment goes to my grandparents in Arizona's displacement not here for your stupid whores to be lied to further,

it was broken down into other guitars by those willing to take stolen Hot property it did need to incriminate them with My confession of having sold it to them so cheaply you couldn't buy a string on it for that price but it saved one innocent salesman because

my goodness my father is more true than you are how much more his daddy's worth, and the pity of the salesman we wouldn't know what possessed us to think so might you tell us when you do,

no I think I thought they had Worth to me is the piano was worthless too that were the problem with it wherever it cost me to get it to Arizona would fail me be sooner in California than Arizona and then sooner than Arizona than Utah so my wife will not be my wife here I have to go back to Arizona to meet her tragically I meet her before I could meet her but we still go back there to the gay community did Massachusetts leave love me before right back to the same area nearby the most largest city ever in this wonderful world of Phoenix by territorial property size that says,

my goodness so close to what is a gay community I understand you want me to go back there right after I get engaged I see you sweet heart who is my issue to keep asking for whatever injure my asshole or suffer me a bitch like my dick tiny to me either way I am going to ask for something I hate loathing gay resentment have a good peer group that never tell me no

when all I could hear that would murder me better could have been that to one to murder me with the rest back then they did me no wrong undivided more pure and innocent than your Nation online course you made them

that way and get it right I want bankers revenge on Fight club rightly or having rape you with a preference you won't like with your democracy of gay created by the mother of it because you just teach me conformity won't change for lesser than the law allows them because my goodness we only keep our word because you didn't't say no, because that is the keys of diplomacy before my gay community that love me better than you because

my wife is corrections lesbian in my asshole the same reason I say a thing and keep my word to it as is the swap more wrong than last time and my grandparents know why I'm here I won't blame them the devil's fork is mine now it where my grandma's I'm the guardian of erase mother and the child a double meme child toddler of the erased me toddler no woman without it

why do you dumb whore man the sheriff had majestically occurred on him the appearance of he

that without a uniform look dumber having been unworthy one to have been the Prostitute wronged by him the wonder of evil man that die for a lady impersonating make now baby Sheriff raped wrong for me to be injured by his majestic tuning fork a punishment better than

that for you displayed having slayed a lady wrong to us criminal can die on the thrashing floor of his own bloodshed

as worthless whore dollar that murdered him better too gay for anything more inappropriate than that to buy me his slaughter gay for you already your whore wrong to my ancestors reaping injury of your way and I will give that exception to some way brought captive here because

I will cut my mother's belly to cry of merciful alien I must be to you it is considered quality to some who pay no one else respects you anyway taxed unlawful better he said Spaniard native wronged by keeping your word of your ethnic mystery

when it doesn't respect you here you're like me and disabled man who didn't give a fuck but I won't be some sad victim appreciate it elsewhere and some country that pitted me to but my law tolerance knows it's your fault to be it is my Hollywood wrong by anything you lie about better than I could

that my biological argument is a grandmother's power by universe by fork that ruin me better Family feud of my way onto my mother erased then slayed later to the kid adult man now and here back then my billy goat rough you ain't hurting my father

that mother slayer insured the native defense he can murder up this Billy goats Kitty kid right for him first and it won't work a fork otherwise angry native God maybe some other angry God or native with the trail of tears he won't survive either if I won't be it honor worthless to my sorrow i will if need so whimsical,

we don't not but medicine into me to show off on that trail of tears disappeared haven't given up my rights and Roy city to having her on and teach me also the same silence is not in her Court to bother her but my thoughts can do the same I don't know because

you saying it injured me to kill me there is a soldier didn't know before me anymore than all the slings and arrows the mother of osteoporosis will give me;

the same measurement of what you were worth did the post claim of osteoporosis to became worse was it teach us our Worth to be the same measurement of Earth to what on Earth for more measured out in Arizona California because Oregon and Utah are different because I be more the guardians fork of her because

I am her child cursed more true to hold her guardians fork and to be her child despite erased she is forsaken without a pity,

I holding her hand with mine how with the living representation of my green-eyed lady chosen the injury of my hip surviving cancer The horror story of My Life,

and I'm the child master of the universe with her fork they rule it all faller than four foot with four prongs is my law is my way find your own it's my interpretation my language as much as my law and it has a jurisdiction of my own self be true onto myself

for raping go to your doubting whoredom every animal murder itself better than you could and still think me grander cuz I hate me to self-righteous only knowing the righteous that ain't me as I rule of mastery of the world that understands you forgive me that I don't need to rule it then you fool light.

You never agree anyone could suffer pain so we wouldn't know it that murder is better anyway as pain and paid murder a. Dumb whore doubter cut throat with a gay lord in in the uniform because only the uniform cry to a dumb gay lord to doubt me is your biggest pity the devil silly or like a probation officer bigger show me the least amount of force to impress me anything more than that is already too gay for me

sorry get away from me it offend me take that gay penis gun of more force than a kindness of probation officer would know how to use wrong on me to my cry I think not so get behind me gayer force more wrong to me already and slay it dead with thyself alone take this happy grenade to commit these suicide there of thy life wrong to us

that officer without me needed to look back at wrong to his gay affair with grenade wrong for us his tear that might have worsted to love me to worship my shadow wrong to me I say an insects of worship a shadow and be one but it is only incest to us wrong to us and is uniform that I pity I never a man in it as I am holy uniform whisperer

as it leap off the emperor wrong to us because this Hitler's precious right for you to know error of life must end its life by suicide truth with him to die a man in wrongful death of his good career without it is honor of widow's might and slay a man better.

Sign the emperor Sherbert of all rainbows wronger than you nothing bitch Buddha best for you.

[agape4]

Dennis Leary recording is a audio CD I bought of a stand up comedian who was funny that I bought in Utah but I typical I can't own much for long as I can't afford to do so unable to drive around with other motor vehicles on the same road because I warn you it is murder when you kill a dork on the road I won't care if you have insurance dork who justify murder die as one for your fag way, because a liability is not a crime shit for brains die a guilty whore for me now for bothering a democrat evil whore Republican worthless to my mother worth die a murdered nation of dork meet mislabeled kosher for fag Nation like you because Dennis Hendershot sounds fake as fag name like Sunshine Bucy seeing how I don't like to smoke weed without methamphetamine and even then someone does in a week what would take me a life time and seeing I don't care what dork Nation won't subscribe to my preference of who I am you guilty turd of a fag dorks don't call me Adolf Hitler for being my only childhood hero you are too guilty of whore nation to have balls like me to know me as I did hallucinate a clown once in my lifetime in Arizona and you dumb whores don't know why go murder yourself the evil of your way you are worthless to me and I don't care for that either guilty dork, but red wipne to help me sleep or in celebration of my sacrifices and bones lost and weddings of past yore that ain't no shot of shit nor piss poor beer as eat the shit of dork dork you guilty dork Nation can go murder yourself for your fag way because your not mine to care for a bond i don't have with anyone i like sexually stupid whores because my first lady I imprinted on her voice only because that is the only lady I will love and like and have a bond because I prefer solitude with her on the phone only fag nation worthless to me as fuck Jennifer body I don't want it guilty nation of dorky whores, it cost me too much in California with Christine with Jodi husband introducing me to the lady that cost me Christine because I could not get her father to reject me and I already knew they would keep setting up worse if I refused to be with her according to her wish because I don't like rejecting a lady but won't blame the spirit of incompetence that needed me so I smoked cigarettes for a fag Spirit of a democrat way fag dorks who hate my dead mother and so I will murder your roads and rape your harlot hearts of your motor vehicles you haters of my family and my wife native American with Spanish man named Angel as my father in law who never spoke to me but will honor Mexico and Span and the Catholic Church in his place of his name and my few friends that are not Caucasian fagwhore go back to Europe dorky illegal Caucasian patriot fagwhore you worthless raping rebel whore fag meat you go back home for me so I can go take my corpse to Europe where I belong you guilty whore nation die for less you fucking Caucasian fag meat as my death is my only reward I will accept you worthless swine whore!

[macwantspeace]

Imbecilic imbroglio. [ go look that up in your Funk & Wagnall ] "I hop on [xitter], remind one of the “yore a fat whore” shidiots that they’re dumber than a bag of mayonnaise, and I walk away. That’s the extent of it.

But they DON’T walk away. They don’t even just come back in the comments. Not any more.

That’s not even close to enough for them now. They’re as enraged as a rabid rat trapped in an empty trashcan at a donut shop, and they want all of us to know it.

They want to frighten their “enemies.” They want us to be afraid. They want us to “learn a lesson” about “running our mouths.” And they’re not gonna let a block ... get in the way of them making sure we get the message.

And when that comes to me, it means that they call my cellphone. They leave messages about coming to “fuck me up.” They text me to tell me that I’m the one who is “unhinged.” They send emails so lengthy, so misspelled and so rambling I’d need an illiterate monkey to give me a lobotomy just to decode it partially."

[wearetryst]

'Harlots, Whores and Hackabouts is the second book from historian, journalist, podcast host and all-round fabulous overachiever Kate Lister. Tryst readers may be familiar with Lister thanks to her wildly popular social media account Whores of Yore, or her first bestselling book, A Curious History of Sex.'

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 47 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Fanner was a different person around bigger groups.

Not as much had changed in him over the last few days as Yore had assumed.

Yore had looked forward to being back with the others because he'd assumed it would mean they could all feel safer but Fanner was sticking closer to Yore's side than ever and he kept sending him worried glances, especially when anyone else would approach.

Yore didn't think Fanner was afraid of the others. Not exactly.

Not in the same way he'd been scared of the rock golem or even, when they'd first met, of Yore.

He hadn't stuttered over his words when talking to Yore's mother because he'd been worried she might hurt him.

From what Yore understood, Fanner had been punished for the slightest transgression growing up, even if that was nothing more than standing the wrong way or not speaking clearly, things Fanner struggled with on a good day and seemed to only get worse at when he was nervous.

Milaine House didn't beat their slaves but they did teach them that their entire self worth was linked to their ability to look and act like they were expected to.

It would take time. That was all.

Fanner wasn't someone who could afford to give his trust to others lightly.

He'd been hurt too many times for that.

It helped, in a way, to think about that, to imagine it was the only problem the future would hold.

He couldn't think about what life might actually look like a few days from now, who might no longer be with them after the battle.

Yore hadn't wanted to feed into Fanner's fear but he wasn't wrong.

There would be no happy ending to the situation they were in.

They stopped for the night next to a clear, burbling creek, good for drinking water and bathing and not much else.

It was impossible to scavenge enough food for a group this size, especially with the kinds of appetites that werewolves and centaurs had.

That was okay, though.

They were expected to reach the Spire some time tomorrow and there would be food there.

For the first time since they'd rejoined the group, Fanner willingly allowed himself to be detached from Yore's side in order to help Danya gather piles of leaves to make sleeping spots for their group for the night.

Yore kept half an eye on Fanner in case anyone else approached them but he let them have their time alone.

There was a lot they needed to talk about.

Hamish was kneeling next to the creek with his shirt off, washing himself, while Duran stood next to him on the bank and did his best to flirt with him.

It didn't seem to be going too well judging by how little attention Hamish was giving Duran, possibly because of Hamish's moral concerns around messing about with Companions or possibly because Harrison was standing directly over Duran's shoulder, glowering at Hamish the entire time.

Simon stepped up beside Yore and followed his gaze.

"He's not already sniffing after Hamish, is he?"

"He is. He seems like he has a libido to rival Hamish's, so I'm not surprised."

Simon shook his head.

"Hamish is the biggest whore I know but he also hates relationship drama. He won't go for it."

"I can understand that. Duran seems to take a more pragmatic and detached approach to that kind of thing than most ex-Companions but it seems likely he's carrying around his share of trauma. I don't know if it's in Duran's best interests for Hamish to turn him down but it might still be in Hamish's."

Simon glanced over at Fanner and Danya.

"Are you and Fanner...?"

"Dating? Yes."

Simon nodded.

"I can't imagine that'll be easy but you've never been a man to care about what's easy."

"Maybe not, but having him in my life makes everything else easier in ways I never really thought having a partner would."

"Yeah?"

"In the past I've had mostly sexual relationships and I haven't really felt the urge to turn them into anything more than that. I love taking care of Fanner and honestly, letting him take care of me. He's been healing me, of course but it's more than that. He makes me feel like I can be vulnerable and real and me. Like I don't need to impress him. I hadn't realised how much I needed that room to just... relax."

"That makes sense and maybe I don't even need to tell you all this, just... it's hard. It's hard in special ways that I wasn't prepared for and the challenges run deep. Danya's so sensitive and he can be so good at pretending he isn't. For instance, it took me about a year to properly understand that if he tells me about something he's excited about and I'm distracted or tired or not in a good mood and I don't mirror his enthusiasm, often he'll just lose interest in whatever it was entirely. He needs validation. I'm sure anyone would be disappointed if their partner wasn't excited about something they were but Danya takes it to an extreme."

"I've definitely got a lot to learn about Fanner. He wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the time, which helps but he also has a hard time seeing himself as worthy of... well, anything, really. He's pretty good at telling me with his eyes when he needs something but he won't always speak up for himself."

Jasper came bounding up, a big leaf in each hand and bumped himself against Simon's thigh.

"I'm hungry."

"Sorry, Jas," Yore said. "I don't have anything either."

"Why?"

"We ate all our food."

Jasper gave Yore a thwack in the stomach with his tiny four year old arm.

"Bad."

"Jas," Simon scolded, but Jasper was already running off, flapping his two big leaves like wings.

"Sorry. All of this is a lot for a kid his age, even if he doesn't really understand what's going on."

Yore dismissed the apology with a shake of his head.

"Is he holding up okay?"

"Yeah. I think so. He's been grumpy but it's kind of comforting that it's about things like being a little hungry or not being allowed to run off and explore when he wants to. Though, sometimes I wonder if that's just how it comes out of kids that small. Maybe the only way he can process what's happening is through more familiar feelings and worries."

"When all of this happened, I was just preparing to try for a child myself. I can't imagine how much scarier having a kid to protect makes going through something like this."

"You're right," Simon said. "You can't. I used to think I could. Used to think, well, Hamish is important to me. He's my best friend. Like family, really. We fought together all the time, so I thought I'd already felt all there was to feel in terms of the fear of losing a loved one. But a child, my own little boy? I can't imagine living if something happened to him."

"He'll be safe," Yore said. "I promise. He's not as fast as a wolf, but he's fast enough. If the worst comes to the worst, there will be people waiting to take the children and run and he'll go with them."

"Thank you."

Simon let out a sigh as he watched Danya get into a tug of war with Jasper over a leaf that Jasper was trying to eat.

"I know it's stupid but part of me feels guilty. Like I'm a little bit to blame for all of this because I'm one of them. I'm human."

"That is stupid."

Yore shot Simon a smile to let him know he was joking.

"You can't help what you are. Most of us are on the side of the fight we're on by default. It just came naturally with the situations we were born into. You fought against your culture, your upbringing, what was easiest and expected of you, to get here. You made the choice to stand where you stand. That is what defines you."

"I hope everyone else sees it that way. I've made friends here but I don't expect to get the warmest of welcomes at the Spire."

"Not everyone's open minded but Libby's about as open minded as they come and she's in charge. She'll find what's in your heart and judge you on nothing else. You're a good person, Simon."

"Thank you. I appreciate that, really. I know being judged is probably the least of my worries right now, but some things are just too big, just too inevitable and painful. It hurts less to focus on the smaller things."

Yore gave Simon a clap on the shoulder.

"Let's go help with the beds. Whatever the future brings, I don't think we'll regret spending our time doing that."

[pazodetrasalba]

香港

Dear Caroline:

I would really like to know more about your days in the Fragrant Harbour. The only snippets I have are this blog post of yours, some very scattered references to COVID management in the city and to student protests and a LARPing event you apparently hosted in a glamorous hotel. All this is not much to work with, but I imagine that as an incredibly busy finance bro, you didn't have much time for experiencing or writing about the place.

Actually, the part that most interests me about Hong Kong no longer exists. I learned of the Kowloon Walled City through the works of William Gibson -a digital version of it plays a central role in one of his novels, and veiled adaptions of it reappear in others, as alternative, libertarian, quasi-utopian alternative spaces of chaos, crime, creativity and freedom. There is also a famous book on the non fictional space which I've had in my to-buy-and-to-read list for ages: City of Darkness: Life In Kowloon Walled City. Today, the place has been reconverted into an urban park, perhaps another one of those you walked through in the days of yore.

Quote:

There was a place near an airport, Kowloon, when Hong Kong wasn’t China, but there had been a mistake, a long time ago, and that place, very small, many people, it still belonged to China. So there was no law there. An outlaw place. And more and more people crowded in; they built it up, higher. No rules, just building, just people living. Police wouldn’t go there. Drugs and whores and gambling. But people living, too. Factories, restaurants. A city. No laws.

William Gibson

[shadow27]

[corpyburd]

How accurate was the Victorian slang in The Sandman?

Part 2

[vampire-skunk]

I once thought I'd love to have Hans over for a dinner party, I'm not sure now. 😂

[cream4crime]

Patriotism is the new punk, and I'm the black Gothic neo morning devil ain't no emo of a gothic Catholic Church there's Mormon bee drink up my tear drink up my tear of my new Devil Church a tear drunken bee so gay of fungus flag shooting star out of death a gay rainbow flag for you of having drinking my morning bee tea.

You not take my picture I just took you guilty word whore.

Why do I got to take a picture of my internal picture you dumb word whores? Why won't your software let me take a picture on my phone and post it here because you're a word whore faggit who doubt it? I won't fag baiter!

But I see if I take my picture with it my God it ain't crying anymore you God damn word whores why are you such a fag soul stealing thing of anything that ain't me did you take a picture of me right there where I took a picture of something else like the fireplace my God you're a dumb word whore! It won't fuck you retarded whoredom who hate my c-section out of my mother's womb without touching her vagina voluntarily for your involuntary guilty head touchers because I'm Uranus the baby righteous breath of Life you word whores try not to castrate a mother fuckerz who didn't do nothing wrong but voluntarily touch my mother's hooch to have equality with you guilty head baby involuntary touching your mommy cunt touchers because my cut out of her belly C-section was a raging alien who hate thee.

A witches newt and everything! My sister Sara maybe more bigger sister of yore newt science fiction in the closet how about fantasy next you dumb word whore, you dorky whore take your dork snorkeling cross the ocean so a probation officer RN nurse double specialist military lieutenant can have a senior position doctor order your beating to death a military seal killing baby Slayer nurse club far better than a grenade up your ass after you climb Mount Anubis.

South Park declared science fiction is gay with Tom Cruise closet with me and she probably would hate invega weed also as the happy with you want to be Stinker Pepe Le Pew cartoon in the closet as gay for science fiction but I thought also for Fantasy like in hell boy two you dorkopotamus dorkasaurus dorkus snorkel. Hate me cuz I'm not a word whore like the rest of you people!

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