Posts Tagged: ‘injustice’

this is paris. a review.

September 14, 2020 Posted by the writer

While writing my last ‘words I don’t like‘ post which specifically targets the words ‘content’ and ‘influencer’, I was simultaneously playing Paris Hilton’s new documentary in the background.

Because as an Artist, there’s nothing I appreciate better than a proper contradiction.

I don’t really know anything about Paris Hilton. She falls into the media abyss where my ordinary reaction is to turn my head and plug my ears… as I’ve been discussing on this blahg since it fired up close to eleven years ago.

I think Paris is brave for addressing her trauma. That’s my major takeaway. It also completely triggered me, and I personally related to her struggle. Not because I went to a boarding school that physically, mentally and sexually abused girls… because I was physically, mentally and sexually abused by the NYPD during an incident of police brutality back in April 2014.

Paris has never mentioned her abuse until now, and neither have I. I wrote a short story about it in May 2014, but I was terrified of lawyers (who ended up fucking me over) and shunned by society because this was before everyone was running around calling the NYPD out for what they are; the way that’s happening today (shout out).

When Paris talked about being naked in the shower and the disgusting men at the school watching her, it reminded me of being half naked on the ground, with my hands cuffed behind my back, while four male officers kicked the shit out of me.

They did this after two other officers approached me, in front of my apartment, on a night where I locked my keys inside and was trying to get back in. This happened when I had nothing on but a tiny t-shirt having been on my way to bed. I’ll say it again, naked from the waist down.

Initially, two cops rocked up, asked no questions, and immediately attacked me. A man double my size held me down while a girl with hair a colour similar to Paris tazed me seven times.

Seven times.

The weapon they used on me was actually banned that year because it was killing too many people. It was a Taser X26, you can read about it here.

One thing overlooked in This is Paris is her privilege, and I’m not saying that to be a bitch. I believe she’s a genuine person, no doubt. Judging by my NYPD assault, I understand how hard it is to come out about being abused in a situation you where you have no control, particularly as a woman.

However, I would have liked to have heard Paris say once in the documentary (just once) that she’s grateful for the opportunities bestowed to her because she comes from a tribe of billionaires. I think not mentioning that was a bit disingenuous, but I also believe it was a legitimate oversight coming from someone who, whilst having suffered immense trauma, was born into a lifetime of security regardless of how many perfumes you put out or shows you play.

I admire Paris being courageous and speaking up, and I admire all of the other girls who went to her school who are starting to speak up.

I’m starting to speak up too. But without a billionaire great grandfather, I’m not sure how many people will actually hear me.

If you read my review Paris, congratulations on what you created. I was happy to hear that what you shared was therapeutic after holding it in for so long. I cried like five times and would definitely recommend others to experience the story. Not to learn about your life, to get an honest picture of a survivor dealing with the aftermath of disgusting men, and women, abusing other human beings and taking away their rights. Real trauma.

Also, I too like dogs better than people. Full stop.

extending essense

March 18, 2018 Posted by the writer

extending essense

my last year
every/thing
stuck. to me
(like)
_____static
electric(city)
how (eye) use – you
(ally)
_____align
we never would
have
lined (up)
tell me
a –
gain. tell me
more.

when you love the hit

May 20, 2016 Posted by the writer

Well, another lover burned to the ground. This time, it was all over words.

IMG_3279When you are a born Writer, and like, have never done anything but process life in characters essentially since inception – you pay attention to what people say. Especially when you’re fucking them.

My boyfriend said three really shitty things in less than a seven day period.

And I snapped.

Blog tribe that’s been in my crew since this page started in 2009 know that I am a generally, relaxed and peaceful creature. Also, I will do anything for anyone. If you need something in my power to provide, have it. Just try not to rob me.

I feel like Brooklyn robbed me. It took me out of my life and put this gorgeous Italian man in front of me and literally took me for a ride.

I hate that.IMG_2923

When I was boohooing to my favorite sister yesterday over this, I made the additional claim that the best thing to me about any relationship is the Art it creates.

I’m not sure how true that is. I always say I’m in love with being in love, but I don’t reckon that is what recently occurred. I think I actually met someone I sincerely cared about, and once again was sent reeling.

When the last one and I first met, we talked about how neither of us could be hurt by the other, because we’ve both been fucked over so hard already – the encounter was already somewhat insignificant.

In any event, I spent five weeks in love with Anthony. And between you and I, it was honestly my favorite so far.

I’m grieving. I’m going to dye my hair silver today. Love to you, yours and ours blog tribe. Stay blessed. Even when the rest is impossible.

 

#myNYPD

May 18, 2014 Posted by the writer

#myNYPD : a two-part short story
dedicated to every victim of police brutality, based on a true story.

On March 09, 2014, she received the news that a best friend of hers, in Chile (where she resided from 2002 – 2011), committed suicide. Or fell. One or the other. She could email someone for more information. Except she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t cry. She looked out the window and tried to forget.

On the evening of Friday, Marchl 11, at approximately 11pm, she attended a restaurant one block away from her flat.

At the restaurant, she drank a bottle of Chilean wine, grieving her friend. She is not ordinarily a heavy drinker. It is possible she had another one or two drinks. She ordered some appetizers, olives and a salad. (more…)

why blue pearl veterinary sucks

January 8, 2014 Posted by the writer

Hudson Animal Hospital and Blue Pearl Veterinary Partners suck. Here’s why:

Most of you are aware of mangy Fronkles  – who I rescued over the summer, from a IMG_0515pound camper parked on 82nd Street.

Fronkles is the first New York City pound dog I saved. I can only imagine the conditions he was in. I never thought about mange before, because I never rescued a neglected puppy before. From the research I’e done, mange makes perfect sense. Frankie was in disgusting conditions, probably never had proper shots and had a greasy/dandruffy coat when I brought him home. I told the vets all of this. Here’s what they had to say:

The first time I went to Hudson Animal Hospital in September, to discus Fronkles’s persistent itching, they charged me $85 and said, “Give him a bath. Want to buy our special shampoo? It will cost extra. Maybe run some allergy tests? They’re like $500.” (more…)

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