Brad is one hoor o’ an angry man. His little cheek bollocks were popping out with every scowl. And I noticed he said he’d found love within Shona - not with her.
Aye he has found love within her. That and obedience and subservience.
And she is flailing about in Her love bubble cage. Unable to see that he will have her bubbling in days.
Luke was right to call him out on the over share stuff and he twisted it round to him being ‘wysiwyg’ and ‘telling his truth’. Fuck all with being an ungentlemanly gobshite.
And aye Brad likes dominance. No shitty sherlocky. Dominance aye. I also think he has a pen chance for word salad tae.
Georges tickled me with the yoga comment.
I’ve been working too much, have rip van winkled sleep wise and missed Porsch and Terrance’s about turn. Not buying that I’m afraid. All pish.
Roz turning stuff round on Thomas is getting on my lurks.
And Ella.
Ella is doing my swede in. For someone who has nipped and tucked and gone for such an extravagantly sexual looking shell to match what they were truly born as, they aren’t half intent on reminding us that they is trans and weren’t made this way initially.
The transwomen I know always wanted to be women. They don’t scream it. Their breasts are kept in the barracks and they live their life in the way the felt they must. They don’t announce who they are/were/whatever. They just are.
And I don’t get that from ellagenda. I feel if Ella dropped the agenda and just ‘was’, the Nathaniel could connect.
Never. Gonna. Happen.
It is all about the fanciful. The fake. The fairy tale.
To be fair, my acquaintances are solid Hambles.
Ella is flounce and flap barbie.