I don't want to be known for my writing or clothes.
I want to be known for my anger.
Writing just seems to be the form where examples are the simplest and situations the realest.
My frustration is the fuel which my characters face and just limiting the value of my writing to good prose is Kubrick cutting the end of A Clockwork Orange to make a shallow movie about violence.
My work is my anger and everyone's anger at ignorance at those who will limit anyone to the background.
The further work is not about love, love is the aid to get us through society which we've created, born into and have to struggle with every day.
And love is the fuel, the fuel to the anger which I have to bear for being queer and deviant.
And I am not a love story. I am not something to cry over. I am something which should make you realize if you are at a privileged position that you should make a change, if you are discriminated, that you are not alone, that we should all have this fuel and should never just be limited to love.
Because our anger is valid.
We became our anger, so that the love will not only nourish us now, but later when all is done and we are no longer deviant to a society who hates itself.
Jamie. Gay. Genderfluid. Polyamorous.
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I ended up with a bunch of stories to be very very honest o.o so the choices are:
1.Jamie Hince/Alison Mosshart/Jack White love triangle story, YES I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT THAT KISS, OK? XD
2. The next chapter of - which is a horror story, Nick Grimshaw/Jamie Hince
3. Broken Black Varnish Requiem (Alex Turner/Alison Mosshart/Jack White)
4. Settle A Quarrel (Jamie Hince/Alison Mosshart)
5. And I started this new Jamie Hince/Alex Turner/Miles Kane love triangle story, which is very angsty xD
I kept thinking about Kate but I couldn’t bring myself to call and it’s nagging and I’ve been terrified to do so. It’s as if I am in exam season again and I couldn’t force myself to pick up the books, thinking that all is lost and I start seeing gay couples all over, especially women holding their hands and I even walked into a gay bar, having a woman hit on me but I said I am waiting for a friend, looking at the empty dancefloor, wondering far too much. It feels odd. I remember I had a crush on a girl in school and she was awfully girly. But back then it was different, there was nothing about sexuality, it was about mere attraction and it was among the exams.
It was the first time I had touched myself to a woman and it was like a fire unleashed, my whole body was whining with guilt and when I came it was like the first time, like I haven’t ever breathed air and now I was getting a gulp and it was hot.
Just like Kate is.
The weirdest thing is that people talk about “coming out”...
It’s 5:06am and I really miss my dog. This summer has been so lonely. I have no one to share...
like 98% of my problems would be solved if i stopped overthinking things and...
i was trying to find photos of al and jamie and i found
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