❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
No title available
DEAR READER
Andulka
will byers stan first human second
styofa doing anything
Jules of Nature
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
d e v o n
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
Mike Driver
Not today Justin
tannertan36
Peter Solarz
we're not kids anymore.
Today's Document
noise dept.
ojovivo
No title available
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Bulgaria
seen from United States
seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Bulgaria
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@jskuse86
The Bin
Photo by Markus Spiske on Pexels.com
THE BIN Written May 2020
Rage Rage Rage.
Roused, aroused from a delicious dream I hear a whirl and crunch.
Who dares to disturb my slumber? Thus dragged from the dewy meadows of sun kissed, ripe bare flesh…
It’s the bin man. It’s bin day.
I forgot the fucking bin again.
Sprinting down the stairs, stopping long enough to cover my dignity in a dressing gown I…
View On WordPress
Ode to a pencil
Ode to a pencil
Ode to a pencil, written May 2020
A column of graphite encased in wood, an ancient one gifting their life to my creativity
a sharped sword you fall upon leaving a trail of frills and lace as you shorten to allow my scrawl across the page, another of your fallen commrades
To commit my thoughts to an eternity of print…
death, the destroyer of worlds, creativity the birth of words….
Is it any…
View On WordPress
Be brave
Be brave they say Meant as encouragement but feels like judgment Be brave they say As if my the very miracle that I even got out of bed this morning isn’t enough Be brave Have courage they shout Like it’s a pill you can swallow daily Have courage they shout As if my whimper is not enough for their roaring lions Have courage Just keep going they implore My body bruised and beaten Just keep going…
View On WordPress
Skuse learns to box: Fight Night - Official Photographs
Skuse learns to box: Fight Night – Official Photographs
This slideshow requires JavaScript. Photos by M & M Sports Photography With thanks to Pink Collar Boxing
View On WordPress
Skuse learns to box - Fight Night!
Skuse learns to box – Fight Night!
WRITTEN PRE-FIGHT, SATURDAY MORNING: I’ve spent 8 weeks trying to figure out how to do this. How to get angry, to use my frustration to beat my opponent. To be violent. I’ve been screamed at time and again ‘imagine someone you hate’ and ‘hit like she’s your worst enemy’ – this idea that anger and rage will help me win. But what if winning is just turning up? What is winning is actually, just…
View On WordPress
Skuse learns to box: Week 8 - the final countdown
Skuse learns to box: Week 8 – the final countdown
So this is it, the final countdown… This week has been the mental game – can I do this? Monday: Personal circumstances made me arrive a late, crying mess and I missed the warm up. Thankfully, no sparring today, I was must certainly not in the mood. It was stamina bad work – which I love! I’ve been worrying that my fitness level wouldn’t cut it, 3 x 2 minutes is a long time for intense activity –…
View On WordPress
Skuse learns to box: Week 6
Week 6: Monday I was knackered – not sure why but I was. Finding that my arms ache and need to focus on some weight training. Autumn, one of the organizers then had us in the ring, getting us to hit her – for both our training and hers. It was weird at first but she put my mind at ease. After a minute she stopped me – “stop changing your feet, your confusing yourself!” I change my dominant leg…
View On WordPress
Skuse Learns to Box: Week 4 & Week 5
Skuse Learns to Box: Week 4 & Week 5
Week 4: I got hit. I did not like getting hit. This was my first session sparing. We had head gear on and were told to give it a go. I was wholly unprepared for what it would be like to have someone come at me. Mentally unprepared to hit someone back, physically unprepared to be hit. I was caught off guard, scared, stressed and just wanted to run away. I turned my back (not a good idea) because…
View On WordPress
Boxing - My Feminist Paradox: as an activist for ending violence against women, why am I learning to box?
Boxing – My Feminist Paradox: as an activist for ending violence against women, why am I learning to box?
To answer a question I keep being asked: Why boxing? I’m an advocate and an activist. I’m strongly against violence against women and girls – so why no on earth am I training to fight another women in a ring…. and inviting my friends to watch? I don’t like fighting. I’ve haven’t hit anyone since I was a child and even then I didn’t want to hurt that person I just misunderstood my own strength. A…
View On WordPress
Skuse learns to box - Week 3
Skuse learns to box – Week 3
Session 4 Monday night was cancelled due to Easter And so I decided to work out by myself – keeping up the training – by watching Netflix and drinking tea… the struggle is real y’all. Session 5 Today at work I told people about learning to box and that I was raising money. I will be putting on a bake sale next week to help raise extra money. Everyone was amazing and supportive and I even got some…
View On WordPress
Skuse learns to box - Week 2
Skuse learns to box – Week 2
8 weeks training, followed by 3 rounds in the ring. The fairy ballerina is putting on gloves and coming out swinging for Rape Crisis. Please read my story and donate. Back at Liberty Gym for another week of training with Pink Collar Boxing. Session 2: Cue sweat. Jogging warm up combinations of left hand down, right hand, both hands, header, change direction. It’s surprisingly entertaining…
View On WordPress
Skuse learns to box - Session 1
Skuse learns to box – Session 1
Phone best friend and get her to give me a pep talk. (Previous attempt at pep talk was with male bestie and started with “WTF, are you mad?” – yeah he’s not the pep squad.) Well, she asks calmly, why did you decide to sign up? “I’m so tired of being scared. I’ve spent the last 4 months feeling weak, feeble and afraid. I’m tired of it. I don’t want to be weak anymore. Last time it was running that…
View On WordPress
Honour your feelings
Cry. Cry until you feel the water that flows through you has dried and wither. Fall to the floor and wail, spent, exhausted, done. Then my darling, and this is the key, take a glass and fill it with water. Hold it to your lips and drink in the hope of tomorrow. Let it will your body. Replace the emptiness with the new tide. You are a fighter darling, or did you forget? Did you forget why he loved…
View On WordPress
Stay. Go. Just choose.
I’ve spent a lifetime convincing men not to leave me. I’ve pleaded, begged, cried and prayed. I’ve manipulated and controlled. I have equated his presence as my worth but today, I chose differently. Today, the man I love made moves to leave me and for the first time, I didn’t try to stop him. I shared my feelings and asked him to consider and reflect on his own. I felt no fear but wave of peace.…
View On WordPress
Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit’s due
We are all aware of Daddy Skuse’s pearl of wisdom. They are strewn about this blog and always come when I need them. Today though, is Mummy Skuse’s turn. I love my mum. She’s strong, intelligent, generous, fierce and stubborn (sound like anyone you know….?) and we are very good and getting on each other’s nerves. After a Saturday night spent sobbing down the phone at bff, I woke up Sunday,…
View On WordPress
To whom it may concern... Let me feel this.
To whom it may concern… Let me feel this.
To whom is may concern, Please, LET ME FEEL THIS. “But you know it’s only temporary.” “He’s just a moron. You know you’re worth more.” “It’s frustrating but you know you’re going to find something soon.” I KNOW this boy not calling me back is not the end of the world. I KNOW I’m employable. I KNOW things will get easier. I KNOW change and transition takes time I KNOW IM GOING TO BE OK! But…
View On WordPress
Before I realised....
Before I realised….
Today I found a poem I wrote just after our first date, before I realised how in love with you I was. It’s unfinished, at that time so was our story… I’m not in love with you but… I love you. I don’t think of a future between us, of everlasting romance, or even if tomorrow but when I am with you, you are everything. I’m not in love with you but in this moment, I love you and it’s everything. My…
View On WordPress