the "scenes".

it whores.

im angry.

it frustrates me.

fucking pouts.

complete contradictions.

cheap tricks......

do we love to be what we hate? do we turn the introspective blind eye when we do it ourselves?


So earlier on i got a little angry, while trawling through myspace, as i so often find myself.
Its just the women, the way that they exploit the tradition that women can change their minds about anything and not have to explain themselves.

the "I don't believe you should do that, its degrading to our sex" and then a while later, they do the pout, the flash of muff, the teasing nipple, the blatant sex.

but i'm calm now, an cannot think of a rational arguement for this, people are allowed to change their minds, or make it seem like they have changed their minds. i just wish i could know that there was thought behind the decision...there might very well be...we just cannot see it.

On another note, am performing in London Wednesday, and am fairly sure i'm going to soil myself with worry...silly i know.
on a good note, Andre seemed pleased and encouraged me to keep at it, which made me feel less nervous.

i'm going to do some sketchbook work tonight and draw, also i am missing james an awful lot, he has alot of work to do...