Little things please little minds… but that’s ok.
A horny pawn with an erection.
A small design to put on various t-shirts and items:
Little things please little minds… but that’s ok.
A horny pawn with an erection.
A small design to put on various t-shirts and items:
This is Little Deano Bear aka LDB. He is my house-mate, studio-assistant, food taster and asker of strange questions. He has also modelled for me to draw and paint and sculpt, and can sit surprisingly still for such a mischievous bear.
Here he is in one of the first drawings he sat for
And here he is being very patient while I sculpt
The finished piece
Now all painted and eyes put in
He can also sometimes be a very thoughtful bear
You can follow LDB on Twitter here: https://twitter.com/LilDeanoBear?lang=en for updates on his daily antics. And I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t 😉
And his big brother is on Twitter here: https://twitter.com/Deano_bear?lang=en
The Deano Bears have recently set up a blog too: https://deanobears837325318.wordpress.com/
If it wasn’t for this little bear I think I’d go quite mad! 😉
And if so what are the defining characteristics?
And if there is such a thing is it wrong to mention it?
And if it is wrong to mention it to what degree should that be punished?
But first we have to decide if there is such a thing. The word itself is used as an insult, and I’m not sure an insult can be either true or un-true. Or rather I’m sure it can be true or un-true but that that is not usually the primary purpose for the use of the word. It’s merely meant to cause offence, and usually in response to something the issuer of the insult is either offended, insulted, or angered by themself. But it can also be used in jest, so intent comes into the equation. Not that these things are necessarily independent of each other. And still the question remains: Is there such a thing as a cunt? Though I suppose to be more accurate the question should be ‘is there such a person as a cunt’?
It’s hard to believe that there isn’t. The word exists for a reason after all, and it is a description of a person, or at the very least a quality they posses. I don’t suppose that a person can be nothing but a cunt — certainly wouldn’t want to think so, anyway, though the world is a weird place and Allah does love wondrous variety so who knows! But as a rule I think all people can be considered to be more than just a cunt. But that is not the same as saying nobody is a cunt. So cunts exist. And a myriad of things can make a person a cunt and to a widely varying degree. There are also good cunts and bad cunts; That is something that appears to be being overlooked as far as social media companies are concerned.
So why do I ask the question?
I was recently temporarily suspended from Twitter for 12 hours. I could still view the site but most features of my account were locked. The 12 hour period would only begin to count down once the offending tweet had been deleted and a phone number (confirmed by receiving a code) had been provided.
Here is the the message I got from Twitter and the offending tweet:
To clarify: I did not simply tweet that comment at them as appears above but rather I retweeted a tweet by one of the two people named (Russell Brand and Sam Harris) along with the comment. The tweet I RT’d was of the interview the two of them had on Sam Harris’s Youtube channel. Childish and immature and totally unnecessary, I know, but was it promoting violence against, threatening or harassing anyone based on their race, ethnicity, national origin, sexual orientation, gender identity, religious affiliation, age, disability, or serious disease? I would argue not. The tweet definitely does not promote violence in any way, and I can’t see how a single tweet can be taken as harassment, and certainly not on any of the grounds listed. At best it could be falsely seen as harassment on the grounds of being a cunt, but as being cuntese, or suffering from cuntability or a person’s cuntnicity are not included in their list of protected groups I can’t see how that would hold up to scrutiny. Nor do I see how it can be deemed hateful conduct as that would assume my motives. Am I wrong?
I wish I had clicked the link at the bottom of the page which read:
If you think we’ve made a mistake, contact our support team.
Then I could have argued my case that Russell Brand is indeed a cunt, and that Sam Harris probably is too, though that may be more open to debate…. but only maybe. Is this merely a matter of opinion? Is nobody an actual cunt? What are the qualities that make a person a cunt? Here’s a few I think can easily be included: Bad cunts: Spite, being obnoxious, the obtuse, lying, hatred, bigotry, arrogance and narcissism. Good cunts: Wit, fearlessness, creativity, imagination, honesty, insight, passion. There are many more aspects that can be included and not all of these on their own would necessarily make someone cuntious, and nor would the possession of all these qualities, good or bad, guarantee or even indicate that someone is of a cuntual persuasion, but a pattern emerges over time until one eventually sees the right combination of traits often enough to come to the conclusion that this person is indeed a complete and utter total cunt. Or maybe just a bit of one.
Doesn’t everyone have a little cunt in them? Doesn’t every family have at least one cunt in it?
Maybe I’m the cunt. There are some very good reasons to suspect I might be. But if you think I am then make your case and maybe it’ll make me a better person. I certainly won’t go about getting you removed from social media just because of your opinion of me, be I offended or not.
Russell Brand has made a living out of calling people a cunt, and I guess he has done well with it because people know he is joking, even when he is also correct. It doesn’t matter if the correctness of the observation is intentional or not on the part of the articulator of the expletive, does it?
I could go into a long list of things that I believe demonstrably prove that Russell Brand is in fact a cunt. A provable cunt. A certifiable cunt. But I think the fact that he had my account suspended because I called him a cunt is not a bad example on its own. Most people, if not all people would simply ignore a tweet like that, block the user and get on with their day. Celebrities don’t seem to be able to do the same. — There’s an irony in there somewhere. All of which can also be said for Sam Harris.
Is it hateful or funny to call a cunt a cunt, especially if that person is considered by many to be a prime example of an exceptionally cunty person? I suppose it might depend on whether they are the good or the bad kind. But do we really want social media companies to penalise users for ever-so-slightly risqué comments, even if they are childish and immature and totally unnecessary? And if so then why not say so rather than dressing it up as some kind of ‘hate speech’.
I’m not talking about the rightness or wrongness of such a comment (although it’s more about the fact that the comment included the Twitter handles of those it was referring to. You can call Russell Brand a cunt all you like on Twitter, but once you add the @ symbol it changes things, but only when those people are celebrities). I can appreciate that it is probably wrong in the sense of not very constructive; It’s not what you’d call a well thought out and considered statement. And I’m sure it would be better if all statements were, though I can not help but think that attempts to regulate speech so that only thoughtful and considerate comments are allowed is an idiotic aspiration. And let’s not forget that sometimes a very pointed comment can have the desired effect, if the desired effect is to snap someone out of their self involvement and bring them down to Earth with a bump so-to-speak. Doesn’t always work and it’s a skill like any other, but it does lend itself to the argument that sometimes it is not wrong to insult someone in quite a base manner in order to make a point: The form is also the message, or at least it can be.
What do you think? Are people overly sensitive, or should we police speech for its perceived offence? I would genuinely love to hear what people think about this either in particular or in general. It is a topic that has been brewing for a very long time and is extremely relevant right now and only becoming more so.
Thanks for stopping by.
Cuntinuity: Keeping a tidy vagina 😉
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I was telling Lildeanobear aka Little Deano Bear aka Little DB aka Lil’D (smaller but older sibling to Deano Bear aka Big Deano Bear aka DB aka Big DB) the other day about how there are some times of the day that are not a tea-time of the day… well, not for me anyway. He looked so confused, and a little worried. I explained that if I drink tea after a certain time (Little DB doesn’t really do time as he (‘he’ is just the pronoun we use most of the time though LDB’s gender is unknown) has never learned to count) in the evening it will make me get up in the night to go for a wee. After a couple of seconds thought he said, ‘But wouldn’t you be getting up, anyway, for a cup of tea… and a samwich? I like cake!’
I couldn’t really say that this couldn’t be the case as then I would have to try to explain what was going on all night that stopped me from making tea. Lil D doesn’t sleep for very long periods of time, and as he (as I said) doesn’t really do time it all gets a bit confusing.
He does understand the number four (sometimes) because four rhymes with paw and he has four of those. However, there have definitely been occasions when his idea of what four actually is have strongly indicated that he still doesn’t fully grasp the idea of number/s.
Anyway… must be time for foursies!
Thing is I can’t even remember if I’d had a piss or not. All I know is I had coke on me and had just dropped my knife down the kharzy. Plip! The pub I was in was a total dive and always had been – frequented by every low-life king of the world (including me) – I dread to think what had gone down that U-bend. But without a moment’s hesitation my hand dived in and grabbed the knife – this coke ain’t gonna cut itself! I gave it a quick rinse and dried it off, washed me hands and went back into the bar to carry on drinking and talking shit.
The only thing I know about coke for absolute certainty is that you will regret every single line of it.
This is a snippet of a memory from about 15 years ago. They were very druggy days. Such a waste, really, but it’s what we do… isn’t it?
The moronically retarded level of literacy on the Internet is staggering. 8 or 9 out of 10 posts on any given site, and obviously on social media, are littered with typos, mistakes in spelling, grammar and punctuation. And that’s even from accounts from which one would expect better. On social media in particular and in comment sections of other websites most things posted are only semi-coherent. – One usually has to do some of the work to decipher the intended meaning, and often give the benefit of the doubt when things say one thing but almost certainly mean another. Just don’t expect that to be appreciated.
Here is my favourite example of how important punctuation and a knowledge of grammar are when it comes to writing:
Smith where jones had had had had had had had had had had had the teachers approval
The above is a perfectly coherent sentence. One simply needs to know where to put the punctuation and capital letters in order to make it make sense. So:
Smith, where Jones, had had, ‘had’ had had, ‘had had’. ‘Had had’ had had the Teacher’s approval.
If you still can’t quite get it this might help: The above scenario is where two students have handed in some writing. In one piece of writing the student had written ‘had’. The other student had written ‘had had’.
I do appreciate that there are a lot of perfectly literate people online and that I am not the most literarilly accurate. However it does piss me off to see this rapidly accelerating decrease in the standards of communication, while at the same time there is an accelerating increase in the amount of this shit going on.
Words and language are thoughts and ideas! Sort them out!
Or not… I don’t really give a fuck.
Believe it or not there was life before Twitter… just not much… and not really…
Several years ago now I signed up for my first Twitter account. Like so many people I wasn’t really sure what Twitter was about or how or why I should use it, and over a period of a few years I did very little with it that elicited much response, and getting followers was a slow process, as was deciding who to follow. But I stuck at it. Eventually I started using it more for my work, and that is when things took off. Interactions became more meaningful, as I was now following people with a common interest, or with several common interests. Tweets flew thick and fast for several months, friends were made, and much was shared with a great many people, all of whom are smart, funny, and generous is so many ways (It becomes apparent after a short while on Twitter that if you do it openly and genuinely you connect quickly and easily with people you simply ‘get’ on some level. You also get good at filtering out those accounts that you are not interested in at all. It’s a knack, and I would say it’s more intuitive than anything).
A certain aspect of tweeting started to really appeal to me, and which I began doing purely for my own entertainment, and it may be connected to the same reasons I have for enjoying both reading and writing poetry. There is something about the condensing of things to their most basic components that I find fascinating. I am interested in both what is being said and with the process of crystallising it. Sometimes it is to get at the absolute core meaning of something, and sometimes it is just for fun, but also it is the challenge, for there are rules: Tweets ideally must use no text speak or abbreviations, and should have all the correct punctuation marks and spacing etc. As there is a limit of 140 characters this means that things can get rather interesting grammatically or linguistically speaking. And of course it goes without saying that the rules can be broken… and that sometimes it is how the rules are broken that is in fact the point of how and what and why you are saying what it is that you are saying. I do believe it’s a word thing, or a meaning thing, or a wordy, meaningy, languagey thing thing.
There is another aspect to a tweet that I just love. What I have come to call The Perfect 140. You hit that last full stop and see the character counter turn to zero. Ah, what a feeling!
You either get it or you don’t. It doesn’t matter if you don’t.
Other than that, I think what I enjoy about twitter and tweeting is the inherent brevity. Even when being shallow it is still a challenge to do it well with so few characters.
There are also hash tag tweets, which can be fun. I sometimes post tweets with the hash tag #uxbridge. The idea for that comes from the long running radio show I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue, which involves a game called Uxbridge Dictionary whereby you give a new meaning to an old word. Hash tags can have a lot more use than that and are a great way of forming groups or common interest streams etc.
The kind of tweets I have not included any examples of in this post are in fact quite possibly the most significant part of and main reason for being on Twitter in the first place, but can’t really be easily shared here, and that is the including of links. Most tweets contain a link of some description, and a link can be almost anything, so it really depends on what your interests are and what your network is like, as to what kind of links you’ll get. But Twitter is without doubt one of the best ways to get up to date with anything you may be curious about, and hashtags is just one of the techniques available.
Below is a snapshot of the 25,000 tweets I’ve posted over the past couple of years sorted into groups that show what I like about, and how I use the tweet form.
What I also can’t show you here, and it’s probably just as well, is all the interaction that went on, and the conversations that some of these tweets were a part of. Though I do have my suspicions that some of the people out there who were involved may have been drinking. Unlike driving you are actively encouraged to drink and tweet at the same time.
The Perfect 140
“Things weigh the same amount as the amount of water they displace! That’s some fucked up repugnant shit!” Samuel L Jackson meets Archimedes
If your book is your baby you may want to start thinking about its cover the same amount of time before it’s due as you would baby clothes.
I am going to record the sound of Morrissey beating the Brodsky Quartet to death with Elvis Costello, and give it away free at garage sales.
Word crunching tweets
When we got arrested at a protest rally I said to my activist dinosaur friend (named after an actor in My Fair Lady) ‘Tyranny saw us, Rex!’
A couple of short planks of wood suspended on rope in a tree. I sit on them when I’m happy and when I’m sad. They are my mood swings.
If I ever have a kid I’m gonna name it Oops.
You call this summer? This ain’t summer! Real summer has bits in it!
All dull and no work makes Jack a playboy.
Hell has no furry women like a scone.
Falsetto rings down. A mobile phone, perhaps, or a pigeon’s high coo.
Have you ever noticed how all personalised number plates spell the word ‘cunt’?
I just ran up the road waving my arms in the air and screaming, ‘I’m not mad!’ There, that should convince the neighbours.
I’ve often wondered: Do spiders have 4 crotches or 8 armpits?
If I were an owl I would be easy to win over for I am a twit-to-woo
Q: Have you read Harry Potter? A: No. Do you buy your own clothes?
I like my men like I like my snow: Thick and fast. I like my women sleety.
I like my women like I like my coffee: Weak and first thing in the morning.
If you get the London School of Economics mixed up with the London School of Ergonomics it may cost you, but it will feel great!
Nobody died in the making of this tweet. No animals were harmed (much), and no computers were thrown through the window. Brownie points!
I don’t get out of bed for less than £20 a day. Oh, the bed sores!
If I fart in bed does that mean my cover’s blown? ~ The flatulent spy.
“Warning! To avoid danger of suffocation to babies and children wear a condom.” Advice I’d print on plastic bags.
You really shouldn’t be judgemental. Leave that shit to me: I’ve got it covered.
Does anyone have the number for Interpol? I think the Sun is missing!
If I misspell ‘typo’ by accident does it cancel itself out?
Many people are an open book. Sadly, it’s the kind of book with a gun shaped void inside.
You can’t teach an old dyke new licks.
Apparently oral sex is not completely safe. Does this mean we shouldn’t even talk about it?
Home is where your heart is… even though I put the rest of you under the patio.
I finger fucked Helen Mirren once.
Fuck! I just fell UP the stairs!
Had great sex last night… now if only somebody else had been there too!
I wonder if strawberry flavoured spectacles would work? I guess I shall have to suck ’em and see!
I think I may suffer from snarkolepsy. A condition where for no apparent reason, and without warning I tell people what I actually think.
Got up, threw my knickers out of the window and shouted at my skirt. Yes, I’m a cross dresser.
I thought I had gotten my knickers in a twist for a moment, but it’s ok – they’re not mine!
You find what you look for; You find it where you look.
Words use people’s mouths to speak themselves with.
Pity the fool. But ridicule the idiot.
We know what we don’t know and we know why we say we don’t know it.
Motivation is everything. Why someone says what they say is more telling than what they actually say. The latter indicates the former.
To support my friends in a loving way and encourage them not to put their hands in the fire I throw rocks at their head.
Isn’t is what isn’t is…. or isn’t.
It is what it is. Although we have now called it something else, lost site of the original, and misspelled it so much that it is now isn’t.
The corrupt seek power. The absolutely corrupt seek absolute power.
Choosing bad over good wholeheartedly is better than choosing good over bad with only half a heart.
It is said that little white lies and half-truths keep the world turning. I know the opposite to be true.
The only difference between the sane and the mad is that the mad believe themselves to be sane, and the sane know themselves to be mad.
Truth does not care how clever you think you are.
You were born knowing what you will die knowing. Everything in between is theory.
To fetishize knowledge is to be anti-intelligent.
It is what it is. And it is all good.
To reflect on the nature of fire while your house burns down around your ears is not a demonstration of wisdom.
Knowing the truth when you hear it is like distinguishing a bell from a gong.
The best thing about easily offended people is that they are easily offended – it’s also the worst thing about them.
Money agrees with money.
Stupidity is a clever choice.
If you’re going to be wrong be as wrong as you can be. It’s better than being half right.
Caring, like love, is an action not a sentiment.
Even if it isn’t…. it’s all good!
Religion is a science.
The universe is in a state of perfection. Everything is exactly as it should be. Sorry about that.
That which doesn’t kill you will only make you stranger.
When someone says, ‘Well, that’s your opinion.’ Guess what? You just won the argument.
The more technologically advanced the society the more primitive its inhabitants.
Trampoline = Fluid for cleaning homeless people #uxbridge
Trollop = a louche horse running #uxbridge
The Cunt Of Monte Cristo #removeoneletter
Officism: The holding of opinions and beliefs about things one has never actually thought about. #itiswhatitis
There is no towel. #HitchHikersGuideToTheGalaxyMeetsTheMatrix
Tweets I just like
Pah! Like I need 140 characters!
Flight: The ability to fall without ever reaching the ground.
If I had a monkey’s chuff I’d probably consider giving it.
If I had a gourd I would probably not be considered to be in it.
I wish the entire world had but one face the easier to lick it.
If I knew how to make a success out of being such a complete fuck-up I wouldn’t.
Clouds are bullying the Sun’s anaemic little brother.
If you ever meet someone who describes himself or herself as a Sufi Poet you can take that to mean not very good.
Nothing is apparent… isn’t it obvious?
Y’know what… I think that maybe coffee isn’t the answer… is never the answer… is in fact the opposite of the answer.
To me it is what it is – clear as crystal – bright as a bell – and no other thing. Though I know not what it is to you – maybe nothing at all.
Aristotle: Reason = Virtue = Happiness. Plato: Everybody must get stoned!
Some people write books; I tweet.
There really should be an ale on the market called Absent Dad
Only a tool uses a power tool.
Nothing human is alien to me…. Politicians don’t count.
Writers! Honestly! They’re making it up as they go along!
Two American writers challenge each other to write: A: You essay! B: You essay! A: You essay! B: You essay!
I predict that one day I’ll be able to see into the future.
There are two kinds of people in the world: I’m one kind, and you’re all another kind.
There are two kinds of people in the world… but I’ve only ever met one.
The act of painting is like an attempt to build cathedrals out of soup.
Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what is taking so long to do it!
Cumin, Coriander, Cardamon, Clove, Mace, Cassia, Chilly, Turmeric, Paprika, Mustard Seed, Star Anise… The spice of life is… spice!
What’s the difference between intuition and a pair of scissors? You can run with intuition.
The draw at the bottom of a fridge is called a ‘crisper’ for the same reason the landmass near the North Pole is called Greenland.
‘Just For Men’ targets only the vain.
One of the best things about knowing where to draw the line is to then cross it.
I find the joy of contradiction deeply upsetting.
Nobody understands me. And yet some understand me less than others.
I want to experience everything. I want to try, just once, spending my whole life as a bum.
Did you just call me a moron, or a Mormon? Oh, you wished me a good ‘morning’! Typos can be so funny sometimes.
It had to be you. I had to be you. I suddenly found my feet off the ground. And besides, there were fingerprints!
How do you do what you do to me? I wish I knew. If I knew how you do it to me I could make you stop.
If you don’t know me by now…. I must be really good as this stalking thing.
If you knew Suzy like I knew Suzy you’d probably want to wash you hands.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking – now Heaven knows… anal’s all the rage!
If I could talk to the animals, walk with the animals, grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals, they’d lock me up, wouldn’t they?
You do something to me; Something that simply mystifies me… Hey! Where’d ya go?
It is of course possible that none of the above does in fact make me a Twitterist, and that may be a good thing. But I would still have to say, ‘Twitteration!’
Are you on Twitter? I would love to hear what your reasons are for choosing to either have an account and use it, or not, and whether you ever consider changing your mind one way or the other. Please let me know – I would really appreciate the feedback.
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It’s been a funny year…
Well, actually, it’s been a funny two or three years…
Come to think of it most of the years before that were pretty funny too, but not funny / haha!
Three years ago I moved out of the city, where I have always lived, and into a far more rural setting. City life was getting to me, and I couldn’t find much peace at any time. I spent ages looking for this place and finally saved enough to do the move. A year after being here I thought I was going to have to leave again as the landlady wanted to sell the place. Luckily that changed and I could settle once again. Sure did throw a spanner in the works though, and created a wonderful sense of insecurity.
Work too was not going well. I had been building a portfolio of cover designs over the previous 6 or so years. I hadn’t made a penny doing it but had learnt a lot in the process. Suddenly there was an extended lull in getting new commissions. It got to the point where I really thought I was not going to be able to continue, which would have been such a shame after so much work. I decided to make a last ditch effort to get more work and see if I could build on it too. And that is just what I did. I set up a Twitter account and Facebook page etc and really tried to promote my work as much and as genuinely as I could. It worked almost instantly!
That was about a year ago, and since then work has increased and increased and the only problem I have now is being able to work quickly enough. I hate saying no to any new commission, and don’t really feel I can afford to, but I have to be realistic and clear in my own mind how long things will take and how many projects I can work on at any one time. I am planning on making some investments in the business, which are sorely needed and which will mean I can get much more work done. The studio needs weatherproofing, and my computer needs upgrading too, as I plan on working digitally a lot more in the future.
All in all it’s been a very good year. I have made more great friends online without whom none of it would feel the same, and probably wouldn’t have happened. People have been amazingly open, friendly and supportive. Hopefully I can do the same for others.
As someone who lives alone and works from home I have to say thank God for the Internet, and whatever strange force is at play that brings certain people together. I wish I had met you all sooner, and I wish I was better at keeping in touch with everybody, or even just leaving the occasional comment on a blog post or Facebook update just to let you know I’ve still got my eye on you 😉
In other major news I took this pic about 6 months ago. You would not believe just how difficult this made life, or how long it took to heal. All I did was put my jacket in an overhead locker on a plane and when I withdrew my hand the finger looked dislocated. I pulled it about a bit and helped break the tendon. Twit!
Oh yeah….. and 6 weeks ago today I quit smoking after nearly 40 years of puffing away like a chimney. Yep, I started that young!
Thanks for reading. Stay creative, positive and supportive!