It’s what brings me here.

Never want to feel alone.



Recently my grandmother found out I’m queer. Her response was to tell me that she disapproves of me living with my “friend” (i.e. my girlfriend) and that I should give up my vile queer ways and become a Christian (Lol). She even sent me a bible.  Here are its remains, which I made into black-out poetry.

Poem 1: Bisexual (from Leviticus 19:9)— “Have sexual relations with her.  Have sexual relations with him.  Have sexual relations with both a woman and a man.  Have sexual relations with yourself. Vomit on everyone who does not respect you.”

Poem 2: Fisting (from Judges 8:5)— “water/ lap the water/ drink/go down to drink/your hands/go down/I give into your hands/go down/encouraged/down/on the seashore/the whole hand/your hand/inside/I get to the edge/and shout/grasping/crying out/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/God/I came”

Poem 3: A Letter to the Exiles (from Jeremiah 28:13) — “Ze said: ‘Do not let lies name you, nor harm your heart. Gather. Raise the sword against them. They scorn and reproach, for they have not listened— again and again have not listened.’ “

Poem 4: Child (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “Your father and your mother rubbed salt in. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough for you, for on the day you were born you were despised. Live! Grow.  I looked at you and saw you were enough.”

Poem 5: Father (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “You never adored us. You became very angry. You took some out on us. Your sons and daughters were not enough? You slaughtered— in all your detestable practices— our youth.”

Poem 6: Misandry (from Acts 27:41) — “Dangerous men should be broken.”

Fucking beautiful.

Actually, no beauty can be found in this. So, no real background here. All we know is the grandmother is in disagreement with the lifestyle choice of the granddaughter. 

She tells her change your ways and even gifts her a Bible.

This moronic individual (obviously I am referring to the granddaughter) decides she was going to desecrate something very dear to her grandmother and millions of people all over the world.

The painfully misguided twat then decides she would share it on this platform for all and sundry to see and congratulate her.

I am not going to congratulate this…child.

The fact is this: I love black-out poetry. I think it’s clever art. But you know what I despise? Moronic, imbecilic creatures who destroy art AND history.

Yes. I think the Bible is art. The poetry in Songs of Solomon move me to this very day. Psalms of David oozes passion for something many cannot yet fathom. Revelation is terrifying—practically a thriller. The entire Book gives us insight into how people lived long ago. It is history. It is a historical document.



And to put it even more simply: You destroyed something your grandmother obviously cares about.

You think I’m only talking about the Bible, don’t you?

(via therisingtithes)

(via ninnaaaaa)

I lahv him

(Source: anderwinchester, via raedenzen)







(Source: weheartit.com, via ninnaaaaa)

…this is Trinidad.


…this is Trinidad.


(Source: wordcrafting, via ninnaaaaa)

"Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
I am."

Christopher Poindexter (via wanweird-of-an-argonaut)

…so deep i drowned.

(Source: larmoyante, via ninnaaaaa)

Pretty much me when I disobey my mom and do something I really want to do that she is against for some illogical reason. Lol.

(Source: robertdowneyjrs, via rangeelaa)

What a beauty…

What a beauty…

(Source: ayelevine, via ayelevine)

Tags: tessannechin


Tessanne Chin, you are The Voice!

When I heard Hideaway for the first time I remember thinking, “This girl is going places.”

I thought other things too.

Like, I could hear that magic (now known as X factor) in her voice. Graceful how her notes ease into one other.

Overjoyed at her success on The Voice. Over. Joyed.

PS: LOOOOOOOOOOOOL @ Adam. That man has a musical crush on Tessanne. Just. Look. At. Him. XD

Tags: tessannechin

The worst feeling in the world

Every few life-crisis I tend to change what’s the worst feeling I think you could ever have in the world.

Really looking forward to something topping this. Because this is just…sad and tragic…and if you think about it long enough you could hurt yourself.

I think the worst feeling in the world is knowing you have a voice that no one cares to listen to.

And I think what makes this even worse is a tiny wish that there was someone out there in the world who would look at you and say, “I hear you; I understand.”

And possibly considering in a world of 6 billion people, there’s no one who would ever say those words to you.

So, you have to go through life speaking in vain.

That you could marry one day and it never changes.

That your children and grandchildren are equally dismissive.

That you die but no-one knew.

And at the funeral no one says that the only thing you ever wanted was to be heard.

And then you’re forgotten.

Thoughts on Morning Rush Hour, Telecommuting, Rapid Rail and CNG

Thinking about this traffic situation on a morning from East-West. During VSOA and CHOGM motorists were allowed to use the far right lane of the East-bound (if facing East) to head West from Piarco intersection. There is less traffic heading East on a morning anyway. Why not have a trial period where we open that lane? I drove on that lane all the way to the lighthouse already.

Everyone heading up-town can easily turn off by the lighthouse and those in the other lanes can join them at any intersection before said lighthouse. Another lane would help very much.

Two problems: That CRH-UBH intersection and Trincity intersection. Because of construction works still taking place, it could be very confusing for a motorist. At the same time I’m sure some more thinkers could find a way around that.

Just trying to come up with ways to alleviate the traffic on a morning heading into POS.

Also, still an advocate of Telecommuting. Some people don’t physically need to be in the office some days and can more than be productive from their desktop computers or laptops at home.

Also, still want that high-speed rail…and have it from South to North. East to West already has a Priority Bus Route.

Also, the CNG push should be aborted. Most people like their trunk space. They don’t care if it will save them $20 a day. When you pay tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars for a vehicle…you want to know that you’ll have your trunk space. Simple. You know what I think may be more progressive? Electric cars or hybrid vehicles.

However, maybe CNG should be an available option. Those who prefer to have it should have the right to choose. Other than that, Gov’t should stop bullying the public. We don’t like it.

Quarter Life Update

Hey, you, in this space. Hi. Hi there.

I know I’ve been gone for a while. Apologies. The quarter-life has been interesting, that’s for sure.

Started this blog to deal with the barrage of emotions. I said, you know, let me work through this by writing.

And, it really did help. I wrote through everything. Came out on the other side more understanding, less frazzled.

Well another thing happened and that’s why I’ve been absent.

I met someone…and he has “bewitched me heart and soul”…to borrow a line from one of my favourite movies (can you guess which one?).

This man came into my world—where I was pleasantly hiding—and disrupted everything. In a good way.

In the past five months I’ve gone out way more than I’m used to. Dressed up more than I’m used to. Brushed my teeth way more than before. And the list goes on…I even wore shoes I haven’t worn for years.

It’s an exciting time. It’s also a scary time. I feel like any minute someone will wake me up. But it doesn’t seem to be happening. The uncertainty is unsettling. But it’s the very thing that drives me.

He reminds me of simple things I forgot long ago. He reminds me that everyday is a gift and you’ve got to live…no one else is going to do that for you. You have to live. I have to live.

So I’m out there living. Trying to anyway. Not back to full strength but I’m out there giving it a go.

Just wanted to let you know. Thanks for reading.