Sex and Nature
Dunno. Too much shagging I guess! It just kind of hit me out of the blue. An act of God. Well, Nature.
posted by Roxanne @ 22:23
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Contains language, moderate sex and horror, justified moderate torture, action adventure including frightening images, some violence, some mild peril, and fantasy politics.
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4 Comments:
Roxanne, you never change. Sorry it's been a while since my first "dramatic appearance". Seemed to have an impact - not sure why.
I've been over to Morocco. Remember Gaynor? She sold that new age shop of hers (do you remember having herbal teas with me and reading the second hand books there?) and bought a riad in Essaouira on the coast and I've been out there visiting her for a few weeks. She sends her love. It's a beautiful place, and I cherish hopes of being able to take you there some time. The deep tranquillity could cure you of anything you happen to be suffering from. By the way, just who are these doctors? And what does that Veronica mean by inviting me in for a "consultation"? Ok ok, I'll back off.
That Clary sounds nice. Have you had much chance to get to know her?
You know, Gaynor and I were browsing around this website while I was in Morocco, and your mentions of the lymphoma really brought it back to me how things were at that time, as you stared death in the face. I remember walking into your room one afternoon and you were fast asleep on your bed - you're such a livewire, it was strange to see you like that in the daytime. I think I really understood at that point how bad things were for you.
Well I'd better shoot off now. Don't want to clutter your website up with too much comment.
Please please let me know how you are.
Lots and lots of love,
Sarah xxx
Hi, Sarah. Gaynor, eh? How is she? You know, I’m kind of embarrassed by all that spiritual stuff now. I suppose I was a bit of a hippy then, but that was my way of rebelling. I even rebelled against hippies a bit, even then—I was always, you know, sceptical. You remember me and the illness then? You were a good support at the time, thanks again—don’t know if I thanked you properly. But Gaynor’s famous teas would have done fuck all. It took good old Vincristin to do the trick.
I don’t need peace, sorry Sarah, even if it’s somewhere as beautiful as Morocco sounds. I don’t need curing, that’s the point. There’s nothing wrong with me, I’ve done nothing wrong, I’m not afraid to say that and be heard. But I’m afraid of other things. Got to play along for Ruthie’s sake. I’m afraid for you, Sarah, too. Stay away, don’t get involved. Doesn’t anyone outside know about these Centres? Are there not even rumours? Find out.
Sorry if I sounded abrupt before—under strain. You have to read between the lines, Sarah—know what I mean? Interpret, translate—you used to be good at that. Find out what’s going on.
Clary, yeah, she’s nice. A bit fucked up—sorry Clary—but then who isn’t these days?
Tell us more about outside, Sarah. The real world. Feeling isolated. Love, Roxanne xx.
I’m so sorry to have left it this long. The truth is that I’ve been having a lot of difficulty leaving a posting for you on this site. I wrote one of my long rambling communications a few weeks ago, and then when I went back to Community Fair this morning, I was disappointed to see that there’s no record of my posting. Not sure why, but it could just be down to my technical ineptitude!
So what’s going on in the “outside world” you ask. I’m probably not as tuned into stuff as I used to be, I even listen to Chris Moyles these days in the morning, instead of Radio 4’s Today programme. But highlights are that the Iraq war rumbles on, indeed there seems to be an intensification right now. Recently there was a survey of Iraqi women asking them what single thing would most improve your life. And loads replied that they’d like the corpses outside their houses to be cleared every day. That sort of thing really cuts through the crap. I’ve always liked cutting through the crap, which is one reason why I find this situation a bit tricky, so you’ll have to bear with me. And Blair and Bush seem more universally hated than ever.
I’m not sure how cut off you are from stuff, Roxanne, and for how long, but my impressionistic view of society right now is one that is fairly affluent on the surface, and yet this seems to mask many pockets of private pain, poverty and anxiety, even if you only take into account the material condition of people’s lives. Did you know that 2000 people get made redundant in England and Wales every day? But how does the human fallout of that statistic manifest itself? Whereas in the 70s and maybe the 80s there’d be demonstrations against unemployment (do you remember when we went on the March for Jobs in 1981, instead of revising for our exams?!), now, in contrast, people just don’t go shopping as much. Or maybe they do, but pay on the plastic. It’s quite hard to see what the problem is, let alone the solution. I got made redundant last summer and it was terrible, and in reality it broke me, and I’m still putting myself together again.
Where’s Ruthie? Is she with you?
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