what a night of emotions for once me being non-participant. little tough girl all brash and bogan revealed in all her sensitivity, godbless larry she is such an intricate little human being and my hero , only she could or would get paris hilton in a headlock and give her a swift blow to the head, managing to get a photo of it and not get charged. dont get me wrong im not into random acts of violence but well ... and then there was the girl who just couldnt understand transgender, couldnt understand R's desire to not have breasts, to be gendered differently from the way 'nature intended' ,i wanted to yell at her, but watching R's resigned patience taught me a good deal about humility. Hearing R talk about how different life was in the states where there is a larger trans community not having to explain educate negotiate the politics of it all. i hate city bars i hate seeing good people sad and watching the ignorance of those who see themselves as implicitly open minded. and that was just two conversations there was more, oh little ones, my maternal instinct nanna syndrome , protect the good ones diss the rest. bugger educating them round em up paint them black and ship em somewhere like tennant creek. that'll learn em

this country needs a fucking shake up these chicks need a fucking shake up, mammarycentriphillia
self centric
all the bullshit
girls
pha
who needs em