Warrior Woman

On the hunt for a house: We have decided to fly the coop, and shack up. A lot of responsibility, a lot of commitment, after 2 years and a heaps of um 'discussions' we are taking the plunge.

Anyway back to the hunt, I have been looking forward to looking for the perfect place for us, 10 inspections and 4 sore legs later I am a bit jaded. This joy of the hunt has worn off and I would just like to find a place that we both like. I am picky especially when it comes to living arrangements, so is Ivoire in fact, though he will not readily admit it. The fact that we have different tastes regarding certain things, music is a standout doesn't make it easy. One of the key lessons for us in the past has been compromise.

After being used to living alone and independently, sharing with someone was, shall I say, a bit of a challenge. And because you are with someone, a bit of your independence is forfeit, no more coming and going as one pleases without a word...this leads to someone else getting ulcers(caused by worry).
Compromise (kmpr-mz) A settlement of differences in which each side makes concessions - and those concessions have been made from which movie to watch to the colour of the couch. This is an art that is practised and improved upon everyday. We have made a list with concessions regarding our new place and it has made the hunt easier.

Just as we resigned ourselves to the fact that we might not find THE perfect abode in one weekend we walked across this beautiful apartment and now all we have to do is beat the competition. Wish us luck.

P.s. to Ivoire, Dearest darling, in my books you are sexiest man alive in my books.

Walking down the street

I am a pariah. But I have never been a pariah in a racial sense, ever. That's a white Caucasian male who has only ever lived in Australia and England. Never ever ever ever. Never. I have always been in the majority, my team has always outnumbered the opposition, racially. In most other respects though, I am the odd one one.

I have no piercings. Needles are not my thing.
I have no tattoos. See the point above
I do not drink. Paying money to drink poison never caught on with me.
I do not party. See the above point.

I probably sound really boring but I have no issues with the body that god gave me, it has some imperfections but not enough to go sticking holes in it or drawing on it. I don't drink alcohol because I have seen for most of my childhood life the affects of alcoholism on alcoholics and on their loved ones. You really wonder if you are a loved one. Going out and drinking is under the same issue. I do not need any of these to feel good about myself and to enjoy myself. So what do I do for fun. Zap Zap computer games! Surfing the net (yes I know, you may think I'm a geek but the term your probably searching for is average boy) But mostly, the vast majority of my time is spent with my partner, we have become movie critics.

My pariahness hit a new level when an upstanding member of the Australian community (good old days lets shoot anyone of different skin colour thins is our country racial cleansing Australians) started yelling racial abuse at me. White boy in Australia. I've always felt a vague shame towards Australian history, though it is the only nation I call home and I would gladly serve it. I have perused this avenue as a career path on many occasions in the past and may do so in future, Though I will and do tell all my non white friends about our great nations history. A glorious stain across the pages of human history. But now I'm down right embarrassed. That man will never know what he has done, I have to look past my anger and pray God forgives him and me, because I'm having a hard time forgiving him.

I mean this is a rational human being, who pulled up his car at a set of traffic lights way before he needed to, just so he could yell abuse at me? Because my girlfriend is not white? I would be no more happy, possibly even more hurt had it been directed at my partner, but I have never had it aimed at myself. I am shocked and appalled. Do you know when the race riots in Sydney broke out I had people I know from overseas coming to me saying “What is going on in your country?”

I can hear people talking about Zimbabwe at the moment saying “Our country does not rig votes, beat up political dissidents etc etc.” This may be true, but your country will indiscriminately beat any non-white person to a pulp if pumped up on enough alcohol (it's a lovely thing drinking) and I can't walk down the street with my black partner with at best getting rude stares, at worst full fledged racial abuse. Next time you see someone of a different skin colour than yourself please think before you act.