Babycat Posted July 1, 2012 Share Posted July 1, 2012 QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jul 1 2012, 04:03 PM) QUOTE (Babycat @ Jul 1 2012, 03:57 PM) QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jul 1 2012, 03:47 PM) QUOTE (Babycat @ Jun 30 2012, 10:22 PM) QUOTE (USB Connector @ Jun 30 2012, 09:22 PM) QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jun 30 2012, 03:40 PM) QUOTE (Union 5-3992 @ Jun 30 2012, 06:31 PM) Here it goes asdfiowaefiawefawefI don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you. I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress. I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't. In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart. But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that. Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life. In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody. In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her. But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . . They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak. The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.qwefjqwcofhmqw That's from V For Vendetta! I love that film, the bit where she's reading the letters made me cry! And here I was thinking it was a passage from twilight, but I knew it couldn't have been because I was sure I had read/heard that somewhere. I knew there was something familar about it..! Aww! Dont take the mickey! I didn't read the whole page before quoting! I realised my mistake after! Don't be mean! Actually, I think it's sweet..! I'm such a plum! And you're very sweet too! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LyndseyG Posted July 1, 2012 Share Posted July 1, 2012 QUOTE (Babycat @ Jul 1 2012, 04:04 PM) QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jul 1 2012, 04:03 PM) QUOTE (Babycat @ Jul 1 2012, 03:57 PM) QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jul 1 2012, 03:47 PM) QUOTE (Babycat @ Jun 30 2012, 10:22 PM) QUOTE (USB Connector @ Jun 30 2012, 09:22 PM) QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jun 30 2012, 03:40 PM) QUOTE (Union 5-3992 @ Jun 30 2012, 06:31 PM) Here it goes asdfiowaefiawefawefI don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you. I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress. I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't. In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart. But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that. Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life. In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody. In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her. But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . . They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak. The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.qwefjqwcofhmqw That's from V For Vendetta! I love that film, the bit where she's reading the letters made me cry! And here I was thinking it was a passage from twilight, but I knew it couldn't have been because I was sure I had read/heard that somewhere. I knew there was something familar about it..! Aww! Dont take the mickey! I didn't read the whole page before quoting! I realised my mistake after! Don't be mean! Actually, I think it's sweet..! I'm such a plum! And you're very sweet too! Thanks! Â BTW I edited that last post... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Babycat Posted July 1, 2012 Share Posted July 1, 2012 QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jul 1 2012, 04:07 PM) QUOTE (Babycat @ Jul 1 2012, 04:04 PM) QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jul 1 2012, 04:03 PM) QUOTE (Babycat @ Jul 1 2012, 03:57 PM) QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jul 1 2012, 03:47 PM) QUOTE (Babycat @ Jun 30 2012, 10:22 PM) QUOTE (USB Connector @ Jun 30 2012, 09:22 PM) QUOTE (LyndseyG @ Jun 30 2012, 03:40 PM) QUOTE (Union 5-3992 @ Jun 30 2012, 06:31 PM) Here it goes asdfiowaefiawefawefI don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you. I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress. I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't. In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart. But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that. Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life. In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody. In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her. But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . . They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak. The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.qwefjqwcofhmqw That's from V For Vendetta! I love that film, the bit where she's reading the letters made me cry! And here I was thinking it was a passage from twilight, but I knew it couldn't have been because I was sure I had read/heard that somewhere. I knew there was something familar about it..! Aww! Dont take the mickey! I didn't read the whole page before quoting! I realised my mistake after! Don't be mean! Actually, I think it's sweet..! I'm such a plum! And you're very sweet too! Thanks! Â BTW I edited that last post... I know what you mean - typos..! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Babycat Posted July 1, 2012 Share Posted July 1, 2012 *Thunk!* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LyndseyG Posted July 2, 2012 Share Posted July 2, 2012 Argh! Missed my phone and clouted my head on my arm! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Babycat Posted July 3, 2012 Share Posted July 3, 2012 Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Your_Lion Posted July 3, 2012 Share Posted July 3, 2012 allworkandnoplaymakesjackadullboy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Babycat Posted July 3, 2012 Share Posted July 3, 2012 To be or not to be That is the question Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted July 3, 2012 Share Posted July 3, 2012 QUOTE (Babycat @ Jul 3 2012, 05:10 PM) To be or not to be That is the question If you had infinite William Shakespeare's in a room with a type writer, they would eventually eat bananas and swing from trees Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted July 4, 2012 Share Posted July 4, 2012 QUOTE (Your_Lion @ Jul 3 2012, 05:35 PM) QUOTE (Babycat @ Jul 3 2012, 05:10 PM) To be or not to be That is the question If you had infinite William Shakespeare's in a room with a type writer, they would eventually eat bananas and swing from trees aw   well, I guess they've already started eating bananas and swinging from trees, then Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Union 5-3992 Posted July 4, 2012 Share Posted July 4, 2012 fdxcc,jhtrdakhfvbnhGI've lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted until the dark became my world and I could see. But then Rudy turned on the light. He flooded my memory and now I'm blind. I don't have much time- or, to be more accurate, my sister doesn't have much time. He wants me to find them, but where do I look? I can't think, it's too brightfdw23edsaqweumm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Babycat Posted July 4, 2012 Share Posted July 4, 2012 I banged my head against the keyboard and got these:Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Your_Lion Posted July 5, 2012 Share Posted July 5, 2012 QUOTE (Khan @ Jul 5 2012, 04:01 PM) 4 small head? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Babycat Posted July 5, 2012 Share Posted July 5, 2012 I think I hurt the keys... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Babycat Posted July 8, 2012 Share Posted July 8, 2012 The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Babycat Posted July 8, 2012 Share Posted July 8, 2012 To be or not to be Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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