|Philosophy Graduate. Aspiring Writer and Filmmaker|
Sunday night is BAD B MOVIE NIGHT in our very studenty appartment. All are welcome as long as they bring wine and junk food 😀
Tonights fabulously bad offerings are:
Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead...I swear this is a real movie.
Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama...simply chosen for the title.
I am not a pretty girl
That is not what I do
I aint no damsel in distress
And I dont need to be rescued,
So put me down punk
Would'nt you prefer a maiden fair?
Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere?
I am not an angry girl
But it seems like I've got everyone fooled
Everytime I say something they find hard to hear
They chalk it up to my own anger
And never to their own fear,
Imagine you're a girl
Just trying to finally come clean
Knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty
And smiling, and I'm sorry
But I am not a maiden fair
And I am not a kitten
Stuck up a tree somewhere.
Ani De Franco
Why do you think
Izzy turned out to be gay
A deeply religious friend
Asked my mother one day
You had better ask God
My mother replied
She made her that way!
I don't live in London, I live in Camden Town...
That's what I always used to say when I was growing up. You see Camden was always a magical kingdom as seen through my young eyes. A melting pot of sub-cultures, the boho community, the punks, the hippies, and the just ever so slighty odd.
Mum had a stall in Camden Market selling vintage and retro clothes, and my saturdays and school holidays were spent at the market amongst all these colourful characters. When mum was busy I would go wandering with her friend Patrick, an Irish poet who seemed to know everyone, he would buy me lunch and entertain me with his poetry. He was so funny, mainly I now realise because he was drunk all the time, which...
THE WORLD HAS BIGGER PROBLEMS
THAN BOYS WHO KISS BOYS
AND GIRLS WHO KISS GIRLS
EXT. THE BRIDGE - NIGHT
ROSSALYN and JENNY stroll arm in arm.
Didnt you meet him on this bridge?
It must bring back memories.
Oh honey, thats one bridge that's well and truely burnt.
She is a serial monogamist, lets call her Izzy, just for conveniences sake. In love with being in love, she embarks on each relationship with a spring in her step, full of hope and a genuine belief that this time, it's 'the one'. She has found her soulmate, the love of her life, and nothing can stop her now.
And evey time that things fall apart, and love turns to pain, Izzy tells herself that its ok. You see, some things are not meant to be, they are only part of lifes great adventure, loves learning curve, we live and learn and grow stronger. Izzy has a cliche for evey occasion.
But it's slowly dawning on Izzy (such a pretty name), that maybe, just maybe, she is to blame. Is it ...
"To have another language is to possess another soul"
"Avoir une autre langue, c'est posseder une seconde ame"
She is a dyke, a pussy loving lesbo. She likes breasts and cunnilingus, you know, those deviant ways that lesbians like to fuck. She lives in your street, she is the butt of your jokes, she is that TV show you forbid your kids to watch. You glare at her as she walks hand in hand with her girlfriend, but you are a wimp. A pointless, close minded, prejudiced baboon, and the worst thing is, you take your shit to church! Demanding your God halts her immoral ways so that the world can be 'normal'
Why does she scare you so much?
My mother is half Palestinian, half Dutch. My father, French and absent without leave. Me, I'm British, born in London, and growing up I always felt as if I belonged everywhere and nowhere. As I have gotten a little older however, I appreciate the rich history that life had provided me.
Currently I am working on a script for a short film about my grandmother, who was smuggled out of Palestine when she was about my age. Her outspoken political views as a student meant that her freedom was in danger, and maybe worse.
So tonight is going to be a long sleepless night of editing, fueled by redbull and pizza, with much head scratching. 🌺
Who am I?
To my mother, I will always be a child, forever hers to hold and protect.
To my siblings, the youngest of the pack, annoyingly following them around competing for love and attention.
To my lovers, a deeply sensual woman, not afraid to throw off my inhibitions in our most private of moments.
With my friends I am extrovert, funny and playful, an adorable geek.
And to strangers, I can often be shy, a book that has yet to be discovered and read.
So who am I?
I am Izzy, and I come in many flavours!
What do you write in your first letter?
It feels like the first day at college, surrounded by all these wonderfully interesting people that are strangers to you. You want to meet them, make friends, talk, find out all about them...
But, you dont want to be seen as 'trying too hard', and lord knows I talk to much when I'm nervous, so you take a deep breath and have a word with yourself!
JUST BE YOURSELF IZZY.