Letun suuri fiktiivisyysketju

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Viestejä45973
Liittynyt3.9.2015

Minä synnyin sikalan omistajan lapseksi. Äitini toimi tuolloin kansakoulun opettajana ja minulle on kerrottu että vanhempieni rakkaus pani koko kylän polvilleen.

Isäni piti urheilusta ja äitini rakasti ongelmanratkontaa..

Usein lapsena heräsin kopiokoneen musteen tuoksuun.

Äidilläni oli tapana talviaamuisin mennä ulos tamppaamaan mattoja. Muistan hänen punaiset lapaset, kun hän heilutti niitä ulkoa ikkunasta ja huusi että tämän jälkeen juodaan kaakaota.

Isälläni oli erikoinen suhde sikoihin

Minulle tehtiin jo varhaisessa vaiheessa selväksi asia että mustillakin on sielu.

Usein heräilinkin omituisita paikoista.

Kesäisin me aina yritimme hukuttaa itseämme. Meistä se oli hieno harrastus.

Ja kun veljeni kuoli, niin teimme hänestä autoradan.

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Vierailija

Lainaan omiani

Tiedätkö Lettu. Tekstisi ovat kuin kokis sarjakuvaa. Joka virkkeestäsi syntyy mielikuva mielenmailmastasi.
Hyvä piirroskuva ja alle tekstiäsi. Voisi toimia blogissa.

Vierailija

Isäni puhui useasti avaruuden valloittamisesta. Ja kun viimein löysimme omat horoskooppimme niin hän laajensi sikalaa.

Emme olleetkaan enää maalaisia. Olimme supermaalaisia.

Vierailija

Herrajjumala, Lettu on vaihtanut kuvan!!

Mites se autorata, kuis pitkä siitä tuli? En ole ikinä veljestä autorataa tehnyt, kun ei ollu sisaruksia, ni ei voi tietää. Oliks siinä silmukkaa? Sellasen mä kersana halusin, silmukka ja kaikki. Se jonka sain ei edes toiminu, vieläkin vtuttaa.

Story of my life, paskat lelut ja nekin aina rikki. Onneks oltiin edes köyhiä.

Vierailija

Lapsena saimme aina kärsiä.

Isälläni oli tapana leikata jouluisin sikojen naamat ja pakata ne lahjapaperiin.

Äidilläni kehittyi tuohon aikaan kyky puhua menneille.

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I don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you.

I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper.

I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress.

I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't.

In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart.

But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.

London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that.

Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life.

In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody.

In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her.

But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . .

They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak.

The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.

An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.

Valerie

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Vierailija

Lettu:
"Puahhan markent itekkin joku satu tähän."

Sinä kokija
sinä näkijä
minä parasiitti-imijä

Tuo Lettu oli muuten runo kokoelmastani "minä vaivainen maan elämän vankina"
Huomasit kai minä -sanan pienen alkukirjaimen.
Hyvä

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Seuraa 
Viestejä11063
Liittynyt16.3.2005

Eihän tuota lettuilua voi kuin ihailla. Kaunis tarina tuo V for Vendettasta kopsattukin, mutta ihan eri maailmasta kuin letut. Markentin sarjakuvavertaus osui asian kantaan ja naulan ytimeen.

Vierailija

Ja usein keskusteluisamme tuli esille rinkelit.

Tämä oli asia mitä isäni ei koskaan hyväksynyt.

Äidilläni oli jo lapsuudessa tapana kävellä katoilla.

Usein kauppareissuilla katselimmekin piippuja.

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