Showing posts with label david picklesworth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label david picklesworth. Show all posts

Friday, 10 November 2017

My Blog # 013 ~ et moi

#MeToo

A number sign and five letters. Yet so much anguish contained within.

With the wave of digitally-empowered LGBTQ sisters, now is also the time for me to come forward and tell of a time when I too fell victim to a sexual predator.

It was during my teenage years, back when I was inhabiting the body of a wee boy. [Edit: to clarify, I was at that time the said boy. Not, as some of you trolls have suggested, that I was perpetrating the crimes. Get real.]

I was a music enthused under-developed youngster, innocent to the ways of the world. That is: innocent to the wickedness all men possess within.

Consequently I was molested repeatedly by a musician I was working with around the years 2005-2006. I don't want to name names.

I have long been confused about this issue as at the time I was very receptive to the sexual attention and although not being able to admit it - because I was definitely not gay!!! - got pleasure and comfort from the "encounters."

The woman in me now understands this "affection" for what it really was: classic male manipulation. I was a victim of brain washing. I was brain washed into THINKING I was enjoying intimacy with another man. He was several months older than me so clearly I was a vulnerable target. It disgusts me.


This perpetrator fled to the other side of the country as I hit my 17th birthday. Could that be a coincidence? I'll let you be the judge of that!!!

Now admittedly we continued to have a friendship up until my recent gender revelation which was kind, humorous and gentle on his part. (Oh so easy to pretend from behind a keyboard!) And although there is no evidence of this perpetrator having committed crimes against any other, as all my victim-sisters out there will testify: all men should be treated guilty until proven innocent. In my eyes the lack of evidence just displays how cunning this man truly was and probably continues to be. Yes he is now "happily" married but I'm sure many cruel predators hide behind the appearance of stability marriage implies.

I can only hope that through my advice, no other trans-woman has to be subjected to the cruel manipulation of a man in their pre-re-gender-assigned teenage years.

I feel better for getting this off my breasts. And although I never did feel like a victim at any point up until recently, that isn't to say I wasn't one. I was unaware. Everyday I'm now revisiting the past and seeing where men have mistreated me.

One final warning sisters: do your best to wake up and smell the coffee. 99% of men cannot be trusted. Scientific evidence may not back this up but I have a proof greater than that of science. The fact is not only have I spent the majority of my life living with men, for the majority of my life I was one. So I know.

May the Gods bless and heal all the sisters who may now feel brave enough to come forward on social media. I love you all, stay strong, stay female.


R.
x

Friday, 6 March 2009

"The Painful Tale"

Written fairly early 2009 during an online chat with my good friend and ex-Garibaldi, David Picklesworth. Despite the production of Hope And Monet overrunning by a year, David never got round to recording the vocal part I had written for him. He's forgiven.


THE PAINFUL TALE OF RORY'S McBUTT
[Steve]
It's time for a tale of the untold love
Between two simple souls
One was a boy the other a man
Wait wait wait, hear us out!
They say that incest just ain't right
And I would tend to agree
It'll please you to hear that this ain't that
And has nothing to do with me!

[Rory]
I first met Dave when I was young
Too young some would say
We hit it off like a house on fire
Music was our game
We sang about eating snacks
Biscuits and the like
It all was fun and innocent
Dreams of taking the mic'

Give me an E, I'll exchange you a B
Sugar coated raisins' sounds just fine to me
Take out that G, put in a C
Walking on a dessert island, Lancelot and me

Finished off the album
"What next?" I ask aloud
"Bend over" was the reply
I didn't make a sound
Awkwardness came afterwards
Embarrasment and regret
I couldn't remember much of it
Something made me forget...

[David]
"Drop you an E, I'll have my fun with thee
Do the crime fuck the time, down South I shall flee
Take out the girth, my name is Picklesworth
Bump and grind all the time, little Rory and me
Bump and grind all the time - little Rory and me!!!"

[Bob]
I heard this story recently
Quiet shocked I was indeed
I won't be playing similar games
Regardless of the deed
I'm simply here to rock the show
An OAP? Hell no!
Here's the moment you've been waiting for
An extended bass solo