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I Know An Ironic Story

Laughing Game Posted 02/12/2013
A friend of a friend was born with male genitalia, but has always known, deep down, that she should have been a woman. She has been living as a woman since leaving high school and while studying at... [more]
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  • Will I Ever Learn?

    Posted on: December 28th, 2010 at 9:15PM

    Probably not. I will most likely be a junkie until the day I die. Because nothing in my life gets close to the physical bliss of heroin. ****** is a poor second. My love for my son is the only thing that motivates me more than heroin. Maybe -just maybe- I could use that love for him to pull me back into the straight world?I look back on this past year with mixed feelings. 2010 began with such poverty and depression, although the friends I made here on EP helped me cope with those. Then, mid-year, I suddenly had more money than I'd ever had before... and what did I do with it? I blew most of it on heroin, after ten years of being clean. Moron! So 2010 ends as it began.What does 2011 have in s… [more]

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  • View from a front porch 5

    Posted on: September 16th, 2011 at 6:21AM

    There is a fruit salad sunset sky in the west, a disc of deepest mango orange, sliced horizontally by plum-purple lines of cloud, then a band of apricot paling into the star-freckled blueberry night.   A final flight of black swans plies the skies above the chain of lakes that snakes its way through the northern suburbs of my city, a few miles inland from the ocean’s sandy fringe.   I follow their V-formation in my mind, as though piloting a glider in their slipstream.  They will slant across the freeway soon at 300 feet, and feel a thermal current rising from the homeward traffic. They will hold their wings still, outstretched, micro-steering with their outward primary feathers spread like … [more]

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  • Porch Blog 10

    Posted on: June 18th, 2012 at 5:01AM

    It is a fine lemon-sunny mid-winter’s day outside my flat, following a week of rain and wild weather, so I take the rare chance to sit on my front porch and enjoy some fresh air with my cigarette. As always, I have my notebook on my knee and a ballpoint pen in my hand, ready to record some random thoughts. The shadows are already long across the lawns and it will soon be too cool to sit in comfort here. I watch some dog-walkers pass and am pleased to see that most are carrying plastic bags, with which to pick up after their pets. Ten years ago, many people would have bristled at the suggestion they should do so, and I am further pleased to note that attitudes can change over time. My upstair… [more]

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  • Porch Blog 14

    Posted on: July 18th, 2012 at 10:29PM

    The slimmest sliver of moon appears above the houses in the East North-East, edam-orange in the pre-dawn pale sky.  Venus blazes bright, as always, though sometimes haloed by puffs of thin low cloud.  Such is the alignment of the moon, Venus and two bright stars whose names I do not know, that it looks as though a game of celestial billiards is going on above the sleeping houses: the moon provides the curving butt-end of the billiard cue and Venus is its tip, ready to knock one of the nameless stars to canon into the other, perhaps potting it in a black hole.  I can hear the hiss and grumble of traffic on distant Wanneroo Road and a single bird –perhaps a singing honeyeater?- calls out acros… [more]

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