Weeklys or Monthlys?: Top 7 Valentines songs I'll be playing

Weeklys or Monthlys?: Top 7 Valentines songs I'll be playing: "Hello Homosapiens it's me Rogue Scott, coming at you from a very emotional place right now (I'm not like a heart of gold, hard and cold, I c..."

Top 7 Valentines songs I'll be playing

Hello Homosapiens it's me Rogue Scott, coming at you from a very emotional place right now (I'm not like a heart of gold, hard and cold, I can be soft too.)

As an unconventional conventionalist I have a top 7 list of love inspired songs that I would like to share with you this week.

At Number 7, we have: Nicki Minaj, with "Your love" from a debut Album PINK FRIDAY. I have this song  on my list as when I first heard it I immediately said "I love the soft girly, girly Nicki. This song is hot." It also reminds me of what I feel and felt for my husband feelings pass and come back as we all know and yes I am very much still in love (But I still flirt (Marbie smile X:)X)

At Number 6, we have: Destiny's Child, with "Cater to you". Need I say more this song says a lot for what my husband and myself do for each other after 7 short years. Now I feel if you are in love certain things go without need any of you saying. And I sure cater to him like he does me. (Love you Juggernaut)

At Number 5 (odd enough) we have: Tracy Chapman with "Baby Can I Hold You". I really like this song and although I don't own an album of the wondrous soulful song writer who shows of her obvious talents, i can't help but still look in Juggernauts eyes and sometimes sing this in my head. Sometimes word don't some easily as doing. This is also a live version.

At number 4 a song I think most of us can say we all adore, we have: Sinead O'Connor, with "Nothing compares to you" The video adds to her obvious love to whom ever she is singing to. And I know a lot of us love this.

At Number 3 and Celebrating my 3 year anniversary this year with our wedding song we have: Des'ree, with "I'm kissing you". Juggernaut and I both had this as top of our lists for our wedding song. Being the title track I believe to Romeo and Juliet (Modern spin starring: Decaprio and Ms Danes). We always play song. Can't wait for our 3 celebratory get-away this year August.

At Number 2, we have: N'sync with " This I promise you". I love the song and they will always have a part in my heart. (Reunion)

And My Number 1, we have: Seal with, "Kiss from a rose". Now I have loved this song since I was barley old enough to know what love was (I'm sure I still had SMA on my breathe(Baby formula)) Girls and boys go crazy for a performance from Seal live.

So there you have it my Homosapien dudes and dudettes, my top 7 love songs out of so many. What are yours? and What are our plans for the upcoming weekend and valentines day it's self? 

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Watch out for my Valentines tips to and extra spark for all you loved up ones out there and those you are just loving themselves for now. Lets get all Xtina up in here and get Dirty!

Me, You and Them! (EGOs)

Hello HomoSapiens, it's me again, your lovely Rogue.

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This week and ending of the months blogs I thought I would talk about alter-egos, multiple personalities and Dissociative Identity Disorder. All of which are part of the same thing. And if you haven't guessed yet well now is the time to get to know the truth. This is more about me looking at me as an individual and inviting you in to a world I have been living in for years. 


(Access denied will be a reference to my birth name)


My name is Rogue Scott, previously known as Rogue Laudat-Scott and [Access denied......]. I live with three other egos, you may have read them in the blogs in bits and pieces or have even meet them. Now the thing is with alter-egos these days, is that everyone one seems to have one. I find it hard to believe some people are not just poking fun out of the countless millions who live with their significant other or others. Lets take (and I love this bitch) Nicki Minaj as my first example, she has it seems has got quite a few. Having Roman, Martha, barbie and some Latin chick (can't remember the name). Ms Nicki has made a big name for herself with having these characters in her music and everyone from as young as 3-99yrs (people I know) know about her and them. But the way she comfortably slips in and out, I say it's an act. Well it must be right?

Professionals will often say that having an alter-ego is due to having gone through some trauma in some ones life or even abuse in some cases. I will touch on that later. Lets talk about the entities I live with in a little more depth.

Rogue Scott (Me), also know as [Access denied]: Age: in his 20's, Born: Birth certificate says England.I am the forefront personality and you will often mistake me for Marbie. I go to work, which is something I'm starting to not like so much but hey, I guess we all get like that and some point right? I love eating anything that once had a pulse and that's anything from pork to potatoes. A lot of people have said that I'm the joker of the clan, so I'm not always taken seriously. When I do need to be taken seriously I guess that's when Ashlley takes over. I love to play computer console games, drink alcohol and although people may not know this I prefer my own company. I'm always looking to learn something new regardless if it's to do with my personal life, work or the world. My fascination with animals has grown larger other the years since I was like knee high. I have to say I have almost owned or  accompany owned (I like to say) every animal I wanted. Horses, snakes, dogs, cats, gerbils, mice, hamsters, rabbits, birds, spiders. I love to own a large portion of untouched land and have the original inhabitants roam free where we could watch, zoos are disgusting places and I haven't gone to one since I saw the really truth about them and animals. Funny enough I love learning about religion but don't belong to one that is recognised by governments (Hopefully this year it will be, as there's been speculation on the news surrounding Pagans (Christmas is ours and it's 21st not the 25th December), Wiccans and to those foolish people is got not thing to do with Devil worship (check the Catholic church for that for so called practising the devils homosexual works). I'm not really fussed about sex either I could go for years but in my loving big situation right now, that's not possible..... but that's a plus. I really hate describing me it's tough work. Is it fair to say that I am talented, and am the only one out of my personas that is (well Marbie is good with make-up and sorting out the weaves out there), I paint, I draw which i love and adore. I Love to sing but my image doesn't cut it with a deep voice out of a pretty boy I think people get confused. I'm good at what I do for work So I'm told by the people I work with, unless they're taking the piss. And...... I think I'm a good listener, and trust me thats a talent not every one has. I got to listen to some fucking whiners in my life and still keep a smile on my face (so guys you now know what I'm thinking.)

Ashlley:  Born sometime between 1987-1986 (do the math)

He isn't a very regular site for sore eyes however when he is all hell seems to be let loose. The odd thing about him is that he seem to be bisexual and doesn't care what gender he is with once he is with some one. I've been told that he like to cause havoc and will often challenge any one or force a person to a challenge for no apparent reason. I do know he doesn't like to be mistaken for any of the others or my self. often calling me weak and them as "sissy little confused faggots", wow. Now professionals say we often make up these personalities to help us out of situations but that doesn't really sound like help to me. I once remember one of my friends saying Ashlley was watching a film and said "I wouldn't mind banging his arse hard, then coming over her perfect gash." Gross me out why don't you. He's very full on and will say exactly what he is thinking, where I would say I'm way more reserved. (Please after reading this don't try and get me committed). Because he doesn't show up a lot and me allowing the dark side to my personality to come out I'm still learning about him. I will often refer to him as my twin as my mom lost one of us. 

An alter-ego (Latin, "the other I") is a second self, a second personality or persona within a person, who is often oblivious to the persona's actions. It was coined in the early nineteenth century when dissociative identity disorder was first described by psychologists.^[1] A person with an alter-ego is said to lead a double life.

A distinct meaning for alter-ego can be found in literary analysis, wherein it describes characters in different works who are psychologically similar, or a fictional character whose behavior, speech or thoughts intentionally represent those of the author. Similarly, alter-ego can be applied to the role or persona taken on by an actor^[2] or by other types of performers. (read more at this link Wiki)

Nayonceomi: Born: Hard to tell, but he/she named him/herself in 2001. Lets say Nayonceomi is a Androgynous lively soul. (I'm gonna call Him/She it from now cause even I don't know the correct term.) It is the most sexual ego of them all and once someone has caught it's eye, it works on them till it has them. Like a spiders sticky sexual web "Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly". Long flowing hair or and head of created dolly curls, it isn't only about sex, but it knows how to get what it wants too. Not the smartest of them and myself but hey you can't fault a girl/boy for trying. I often look to Nayonceomi for tips and stuff for the bed room that's when I've been on the net looking at Karma sutra moves and outlandish gay porn positions for both men and women. Nayonceomi's look on life is "Anything a single gender can do, I can do better", well and arse is tight than a pussy i suppose and if your as flexible as Marbie, hey you got the all clear. Nayonceomi is more like a cameo, will arise when needs be and when the situation is truly right. It has a good intuition on figuring out people just from the smell of their breath. It introduced me to some beauty routines I'm not too sure as a gay man even we do. Now from purely it's influence even with as little hair on my head and stubble growing on my face it still takes me 2 hours to get ready for work and maybe 3 for a night out on the town. What has the Bitchard done to me?? It's used to be in love with [Access denied and a guy called Bluzie and another called Jabe and another called Robert]. it can get what it wants but can't create the love it wants. 

Marbie Mattel: Established from birth I guess.

Now it's obvious that we a look the same living in the same body, or they look like me should I say but the differences should be slighlty apparent or just plain in your face. Marbie on the other hand is like an airbrushed me. Where I could give two fucks about what I look like some days, Marbie (yes this is a guy we're talking about) does not allow flaws to be . He calls it "The imperfections of perfection, is never noticed by Homosapiens." He gave Himself a surname as well which is so fucking egocentric it's unbelievable. Every thing is always about him, so much so that once My husband was getting a new hair style buy our gorgeous hair stylists Justin (Be sure to ask for details and get your hair done, dudez and dudettes), any way so my husband was getting this new style. Well Marbie didn't want heads to turn for L so he ordered Justin to Cut MY hair off into a fucking mohawk typed thing which I rocked of course (Oh i do love the arrogance) I was just thinking I'm sort of like Superman in a way, where at parts of my days these persona will take over for a fraction and boy do people notice. (you need to read up on Schizophrenia) I'm not Schizophrenic it's alright. Back to Marbie, the more he's a round the more he experiments with clothing. he is at all as smart as me but know where a dull as Nayonceomi. He goes through phases like his cousin Barbie, One day his hair orange the next day it's green. He will look as if his a skater boy one day and then a pure mannequin the other, what he does with his looks, are totally intentional from the one stray hair on his head to a slight little rip and the bottom of his jeans.  




Reading this back, it's interesting how my life has made me create such personas. I'm not one for sob stories and so I do have one. I remember the times when Ashlley would get me into trouble fro throwing burn toilet tissue around in my bedroom and my mom would lock me in the basement. Yeah I'm laughing now but hell I was scared of the dark. Or when I first held my first and only gun that I found in the electric metre cupboard at the age of 5 (and it was fucking heavy). Tese experiences, so called trauma and abuse have made me into who i am today and who my personas have become to be also. with out them, would you know of me? Would I have found the love of my life? Would I be as independently dependant as I am (I can do a whole lot for my slef I rather just pay or bribe people into doing things for me, I'm lazy since Nayonceomi taught me the Seyes (sex in your eyes)) I would like to say to the professionals that have said that people you live with the Dissociative Identity Disorder, can not live fulfilling lives, that they're chatting out of their fucking as whole because for one I have come along way in just 4 years (marriage, kids and promotions) and If Nicki Minaj (Martha) and Eminem (Slim Shady), Beyonce (Sasha Firece)  are suffering form this so called disorder, well fuck more people should strive to having an alter-ego and get into some so called traumatic experiences. Life is trauma deal with it.


Well Homosapiens thats all I really want to say before I tell you more about my life, that you say "Okay, he might just create another one soon." Maybe a deeper personal blog would be good for me, but not now. 

Answers and Questions, being Gay

A few days before Christmas (yes a late one I know) My niece and my older sis, her Mom are having a discussion in the Kitchen. I’m being sneaky as ever and decide to eavesdrop on the convo and see what’s being said cause I’ve heard my husbands name been mentioned already. I’m locked on and listening being the Natural Rogue as the name and word suggests.

 “But mom, you didn’t answer me, why are you not answering me (Screams like the little spoilt brat she is) I want to know???

My sister is staring at her it what it looks like disbelief that her 8-year-old daughter is asking such inquisitive questions. “Is L related to us?” she asks.

“Ermm, yes C, he is why?” my sister has a grin on her face and although my head isn’t at all that big (The one on my shoulders and neck that is) I can’t understand how they’re not acknowledging me squatting down behind a wall smiling.

“ Well how is L related to us, he’s white and he doesn’t have black in him or Jamaican?"

“C, he isn’t white he’s mixed race.”

“What like K? Okay answer meeeeeeee… Is he my cousin?” she’s right up in my sister’s face and I’m thinking that she gonna get a tump down, a slap down from my sister for being so invasive of her space.

“He’s not your cousin he’s erm, C why does it matter? Alright he’s your uncle.” So my niece looks at her and she cocks her head to one side like some bemused misled puppy and she simple responds with an “Oh!” and skips out of the kitchen.

“Mom R was listening. MOM R was listening.” And she begins that hideous belittling laugh like she did that time when she was asking me such pressing (in my opinion) questions.

Later on that day I decided to probe my brother for answers and find out what the family thinks and what he thinks about my being gay and being married also. I tried to be casual about it whilst it battered the buttons on his Xbox 360’s buttons playing Fifa whatever number or date it was.

I start (And I recorded the convo but wasn’t to sure if I was gonna put it up so I leave maybe for a later date.)

“H, what do you think of Graham Norton?” I had to start somewhere

“Who’s that?"

“Erm, oh, let me see, err, Whoppie Goldberg?” He just glances at me, still playing his god forsaken football game. So I grab the control and twist his head round.

“What did you think about my wedding?”

“I liked it, it was good.”

“What was different about it to others that you’ve been to?” (I so need to work on my probing interviewing skills)

“It was (slight pause, rolling eyes smiling like that Cat in wonderland), it was the only wedding with talking in it, I liked that. Other weddings you have to sit down and shut up and not say nothing and if you do mom hits you in the head to shut up.” We both laugh and although the answer I looking for hasn’t come out yet I already sense that I’m gonna have to dig deeper because I know he isn’t, wasn’t bothered about the wedding being me to a man.

“Ok, so do you think it’s ok, for gay people to get married?”

"They should be able to do what they want init."

“Yeah, of course that’s they’re business if they wanna get married and they love each other. They should be able to do what they want init, they’re not hurting nobody though.” A good head on his shoulders my mom has grown here. Not so much his dad his dad is such a Yardie (Yardie being on of the type that are like Beenie Man or Sizzler so fucking anti gay I sure they’ve had a cock or two up they’re arses and bleed like Raz B, did I go too far? Meh)

“Oh (I’m wide eyed now), ok so I didn’t expect that answer from you. What do you think about gay people?”

“I don’t.” I at first thought it was a negative response considering I had already downed a bottle of Moet to myself and was feeling good. But I dusted that shoulder and saw the response as how it was probably meant to be portrayed. I don’t even think about gay people why would anyone else really dumb fucking question.

“Erm, do you think gay people are nasty? Cause C seems to think otherwise.”

He laughs at me at although not in the same key as my niece I’m starting to feel really little right now and want to opt out of this question, answer session with him.

“She’s dumb, she’s just a little girl init. I think she knows and she just thinks anyone with someone they love is nasty. In a way it is. Like kissing with tongue and all tat spit… Ergh! I hate it when mom used to wipe my face with tissue she licked and you could smell her spit under your nose, nasty.”

“What do you think of L? Do you like him…? Be honest.” My head keeps tipping back craving for the stability the alcohol can give it.

“He’s fun and he’s funny. Your funny too.” I want to know more.

“What does the family think about me and L, do you hear what they say?” We all know children hear things they’re not meant too its part of being children, to blabber and get other adults in trouble, come on (was I really expecting an honest answer though?).

“I don’t know, they don’t speak about you, well at least when I’m not around any way. I mean sometimes (Something juicy is coming I can feel it), they just say like, I wonder if they will cook for the BBQ, or to see if you lot are busy on the weekend because they want to invite you round. But nothing bad, I don’t hear nothing like what they really think. (Ok boring, he knows what I’m after and he’s fucking covering something up. I grab a pillow from his bed and dash it across his head only to see a pillow coming in my direction and I’m far too tipsy to curve it’s enthusiasm, I role of the sofa.)

“What does, D think about me and L?” D is my niece’s biological father and would go as far as to call him dad the fucking so and so (I’ve disliked him for the last 13 years and probably will continue to, he’s just smug shit and Fugly)

“He’s asked how you lot are doing.” Brief and to the point.

“Oh (Un-amused me), Do you have gay friend or you think you have gay friends.”

“Nah…(He picks up the control and un-pauses the fifa game, eyes fixed to the screen and I notice his body starts to tense up, SNAP!”

“Would you mind having gay friends?”

“Would you mind having not gay friends?” (Little fucker you, but I’m surprised, maybe I’m not the only gay in the family village although I would say A would be not H.)

Maybe I am the only one

“That’s not what I asked and you can’t answer a question with a question (How many times have you heard that). I wasn’t too sure if I should go there yet I mean although I knew about who I was when I was like 5 wanting my MR Perfect name shall be withheld initials being J.K awwwwwww, doesn’t mean he’ll know at his age being 11. I do the brotherly thing and ask to play the game with him. He allows me and as I miss the goal many a times and don’t know how to control the bow legged players he screams out on more than one occasion “Your so gay”.

“What’s that meant to mean? Your so gay, it’s not nice to use words like that in a negative way”

“Don’t mean it like that, I mean like your rubbish init.” Oh so now Gay mean being rubbish with the youth today and some adults at that, so I guess if I say “Your so straight it will mean, the person is good at having unprotected sex and breeding up the world with so many useless bastard children then (Well so the middle class say about the working class, another story, another blog). Either way we can’t win now, can we.

I’m getting bored of the conversation and decide I want to hear more from K, A and K and see what they think. My two brothers and nephew. My reason is, just wanting to know how they’ve been brought up and what a snippet of they’re generation thinks about the sexualities in the world. To be honest so far Non-seem to be bothered and the children I’ve worked with don’t seem bothered either. These days it just seems if you don’t know any one gay or lesbian (They’ve forsaken the Bisexuals understandably, greedy bastards), then you are so not cool if you don’t’ have a multi racial, sexualitied family and circle. (Sexualitied, is that even a word or another Marbie made-up one?) I’m glad the world seems to be coming to that slowly, but will it ever just be like the grass is green.

Cute picture huh?

Playstation move And the Xbox 360's Kinect.

In now way is this gonna be a product review your probably used to reading.

Homosapiens! it's Vorte Ami, Rogue Marbie Scott once again. So in September I said that I wanted to get the, PlayStation Move and The Kinect for the Xbox 360, both for Christmas. I remember saying I was going to get it with my own money but fuck that shit isn't that what i got married for? So that I could save money money for my quick divorcal get-away and he spend all his money on me? (What's his is mine and what's mine will always be mine, damn Skippy.) So I'm not all sure which one I prefer, mainly for the fact, which is I only have been paying attention to the Kinect for the last week since I got it. I haven't really been feeling the game I received with the Playstation Move (Resident Evil 5 Gold) which I haven't opened either. 

Believe i wanted to use something more
 explicit but my language is enough for now. 

So any way I not to meanly dismiss the Move, but lets talk about the Kinect. I am fucking aching right now. I received the standard in-the-box game, Kinect Adventures and I also got Dance Central. Both games will have you sweating the bucket loads if the only exercise you get is walking to work, wanking and sex and trust me as a living Marbie that's all i really have time for some days. So now I have Kinect.... yes i too had the Wii and it's Wii fit shit, but it didn't actually keep me entertained. I must admit I do have a short attention span but I know I will be playing the Kinect in replace of working my abs in the bed (although I love being on top working out the abdominal muscles). I think the interface is such an easy way to use something, I this may sound corny cause you've probably heard it so many times since it's release in November 2010, but you really are the controller. Speaking to it to pause films, using your hand to control the cursor, it's like Minority reports in cheap. (Shouldn't really make it sound cheap should I?) So far all of my family have gone out and spent that £129 to get one (Becoming a grand total of £774... you do the math at how many families in my Family made a purchase.) Okay so we may like some people may say have money to spend on stupid things, but I'm a gamer and not a crack addict so therefor I'm doing my life some good.

You will need maximum space though to play. Me being 6'1 tall and having a Kinect looks funny lmao..... but serious at least 6 feet away from the Camera you should be able to stand and you should be able to have at least in my instance 3-4 feet on your sides (try not to have things hanging on your wall, Me telling you this doesn't help if you already do. I love the way Microsoft tells you not to have a thing in your living room in order to play the damn thing.) I have a Mirror Hanging up and have to be real careful what my hands do (I didn't spend almost a grand on a gold  and brass mirror frame) And just the other day I swung a pint Stella glass torpedoing towards my TV, thank good it missed and shattered on the Cat, (no not really).  So please do be careful and not be a twat like that old fart in the video, or a clumsy Marbie like myself (yes beauty and loads of brains is hard to achieve even for me), My closing.... there has been some rumors about Kinect sex and although I don't have a thing for teenage Japanese girls with big European silicone breast I'm sure some others might. I rather play with Chad Hunt, or Matthew Rush or give me some of that Latin heart deep throb  Dumbo. But Kinect sex games does't really interest me (for now.)

Playstation Move will get it's review from me one day but hey I'm late with things and I just my give it a one liner in some other (important) blogg. So I guess I'll TTYS because I am ready for another round of drinks.

How to answer the many GAY questions of a child. ???

Hey Homosapiens and what a start to and end of my week before Christmas day (did any of that make sense?)                                                                            Very awkward..... The last two days have been looking after my niece. So she's only just discovered me and my Husband (The fact that she was a witness at our wedding didn't occur to her I guess). So very randomly we are in the living room watching The Nightmare Before Christmas whilst I am doing her hair in little pigtail-afro-puffs (Yeah she is a complete natural un-relaxed hair,  stereotype of the black female of our time, so few these days.) 

She says............. "Does L wear a bra?" To which I look at her in utter bemusement and reply "No C, why would he wear a bra. He, means boy, guy, man and men don't where bras, well not all of us anyway." She looks at herself in the mirror and she is laughing in hysterics and prancing around like some headless fairy in a club. 

"But there has to be a man and a woman init?" She's looking at me with this playful grin so I know she isn't going to be mad a what ever I say, she's just enquiring. So a quick though of how I'm going to answer her, because the tone of her confused voice has said it all. NO ONE HAS SAID A WORD TO THE CHILDREN IN MY FAMILY ABOUT THE MARRIAGE SINCE AND WHAT IT MEANT, especially to the younger ones. So I'm trying my best not to use curse words (we know that's hard for me) take a deep breathe in, look her in the eyes and then.... "Well C, not everyone has to be with... I mean two men can be in love, two women can be in love or a man and woman can be in love. Some people think differently about the two women and the two m..." She interrupts with giggles and a "Erghhhhh! That's narrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsty, two men. that means you and L are g." I jump right on her like I'm about to pounce on my foe,. "That means what C, we're Gay. Yeah we're gay, something wrong."

She just looking at me laughing and laughing to the extent I think her head is gonna explode from the obvious swelling veins in her neck, her blood pressure looks like it's rocketing. When is she gonna stop I'm thinking. She take a deep inhale to her lungs, deep enough I'm so sure i saw the particles in the air get suck in by her vacuum, "Your, your, g, g, your gay?" And so starts the laughter again. Yeah I can't believe that although she probably doesn't mean any thing with her enquires but I can't help but feel so small. I'm being bullied by a fucking, laughing, child maniac. And what's worse is that I have no way in hell to stop the deafening laughing. Or do I. I just remember this little bitch is scared of animals. I have two, I have two of which I know this little princess wanna-be is totally scared of. so.... "C! Sit down before I take the snake out or sit Cheatara down next to you." She immediatley looks at me swing her hips round like she's some pussycatdoll, stops laughing and quickly sits down on the sofa. Ahhh so sweet her little legs can't touch the ground as she adjusts herself back into a comfortable sitting stance. So I tell her,  "Wait there, I'm going to get something", she scream "Nooo...." then laughs again. I comfort her with my words, "C I'm just going to get the wedding album, remeber you were there and I have photos to show you."

"Oh, oh." she giggles and sits back down. 

So we're looking through the photo album and she's smiling and she's telling  me all the names of the people she recognises and also telling me some of their business I'm sure she wasn't supposed to hear. But I play coy and don't react. We get to some of L's family and she's asking me why all of them are either mixed race or white. I just have to tell her that some people like to have brown babies and some don't (So wrong I know but I didn't put it in those words, fuck sake, give me the benefit of the doubt.) She's smiling.... she huffs as if she's bored. "So does L sleep in your bed?" Once again i'm in that state where I'm thinking what do i say. I mean, I talk my mind freely to everyone else can i really do it with a child. Yes!!

"Yes C, he does sleep in my bed. Just like your dad sleeps in your mom's bed. It's love init."

"she begins that horrendous noise of gleeful laughter again and through it, "That's narrrrrrrrrrsty. any way my dad doesn't sleep in mommies bed he don't live with us." I respond "Haha." Now why would I want to taunt a child?. Oh that's why, the reason behind my little taunt, I know she just won't get is because earlier on she made me feel like an insect. A small and pathetic insect. 

Any way she seems fine with it, even if no one has spoke to her about our relationship. I mean maybe they thought she already knew, or that it didn't need explaining. In their defence I don't think it does need explaining. I mean in this day and age, if you ain't got a Gay uncle or three lesbian aunts, gay parents...... your practically a no-body. I'm really glad she asked. So know when i have my own children with my husband (One day for fuck sake , one day in the future please) I will be able to explain what being gay isn't, not what it is. It's just the whole where's my mom, question I will find a bit of a "Fuck L what do we say now?!?!" 

It's not that hard I guess to explain to an 8 year old, inquisitive girl. And I'm not sure if my story will ever help anyone in the position I was left in, to answer the same question. I just had to get this down permanently, so that I can read it to her in the years where she's able to understand a little bit more. I hope I'm a good uncle to her. I mean I named the Brat and love her to bits. I don't ever wanna loose her love or any of that of my brothers and other family members. I'm so glad I didn't have to come out as such, or even get bullied in school. I have been truly blessed by the gods above and privileged also to have lived a life not containing Gay-hatred. I'm so sorry for those that have and I'm so sorry for the lives in  which the world has lost because of these troubles. If your reading this follow the Facebook groups out there but clicking the coloured writing. 

So thats me for now and I planning to quiz my brothers about the whole gay thing. They're coming up to their teens. 

TTYL 

Marbie Rogue Scott

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Unintentional writings from Marbie

Hello Homosapiens, It's Marbie (Rogue) again
So just thought let loose , and ramble and see what comes up. Like the liking of the sounds of words and not hearing what they mean but the tune they make as they tremble through your throat and pass your tonsils landing on your tongue to be ejected from you mouth.
I ramble and you do too, sense is not any sense unless sense can make sense to you, is this not true?
In most cases Marbie, that is me must seem out of the loop and not at all serious about anything. Well everything shouldn't be. 

Just thought, how pissed I am that i had started a piece a few days ago, just for my two hours of work not to be backed up and now is lost for all eternity. It was a good piece and although is was an unintentional writing it had so much intention.

The only Cute black Santa I could find.

Santa Claus, Father Christmas(yes the time is upon us now). But children really do say the funniest things. I guess it's official like everything else White skin is concurring once again. i say this just because, some children I know went to see Father Christmas and he was Black. HUH! Shock horror he was Black. they were so scared to walk towards him and some didn't even enter the little grotto (Hate that word it sounds so glum). They all left saying "I want to see the other Father Christmas, the white one." So Ok I guess if it were me and I saw some obese black guy all dressed in (Original colours, Green and Brown with some red) a Red suit with white trimmings coming down my chimney I would beat the crap out of him if I could, call the police and ask myself, "Who let this fucking nigga, out of Homerton hospital and allow him to climb and scale buildings?" I see how it can be a bit racist but when an image has been force fed into ones head, from birth, it's hard to fault the individual (I find it so fucking racist that the only pictures you see of Black Santa, are very scary to look at or are smoking pot or look as if they are going to kill you. Google needs to fix up as does the world). Jesus, some beg to say he was  (Pale) white, tall, handsome and shoulder length ed brown wavy hair.... Now In Africa or in the warmer countries, others fail to believe that he could be pale white and would have to have some colour, at least an olive tone if not Black. Yet again this shows that White skin has ruled over.
Who is the most powerful person in the world? My suggestion is for you to start looking at children books and toys. (I don't want to intentionally go here but I have Unintentionally got here so i will continue) The White Male is the most powerful person that we see and think of in the world. Fact is (Fact from where I come from and where you too may come from) all we see from birth till the time parents and children are able to seek out their own truths (ramble ramble) We see Bob the Builder (White), He-man (White) Dallas (White people) Disney at the beginning (White) UK television as this is where I am situated (White). The only Ethnic Group that dominates is the one that lives in the home your in. No where else.
Ethnic group? I love the way that there is White and then other Ethnic groups... Ethnic as a word to describe people who are not at all Caucasian (DUH!!! and more Ramble)
Boring now. (I may be wrong in saying what I say, but go into an area full of DIFFERING races, they will probably say it means the same thing too. Although me Know it means a group of people including Caucasians not excluding them.)

The snow in London is thick like the first time a boy ejaculates for the first time in his teenage years (sorry i had to put it like that but it's true and its there)
It has ruined all of my plans as yet but it has made me think, i should invest in clothes that cover they lengths of my arms and are at least more than 2mm thick. Well i like looking out of my window at times like this. They/it, reminds me of going to my Grand parent's home, North of London and having the best Christmas holidays ever. As time went on and they passed on Christmas became for me and not just me but for the world, a Big shopping spree of who will get the most grand gifts and the mosh lavish foods. I pray for the Christmas where it's simply family and good spirits again. This being a Christian country (not over run) over run with so many different religions now. Christmas is no longer that Religious time in my eyes as every, Hindu, Muslim, Pagen (That's me), Wiccan (Me again) non-believers celebrate the time. Doesn't seem very religious to me (unintentional writings can have so many intentions it's sick).
Snow layers under my window, seeing starving foxes, rummage through the bins. I want to feed them but Gods forbid they (yes Gods not god), That they attack another set of twins resting in their cots in a well populated area full of criminals and mentally unstable escapees from local hospitals, whilst having the back garden door wide open with BBQ cooling in the kitchen saying "Come and have a Buffet, why don't you? we invite the lovely world in." (Am I cynical? nah not me. I Marbie.)

AND FOR THE RECORD, DUMB AS FOLK PAGENS ARE NOT DEMON/DEVIL WORSHIPERS OR EVIL IN ANY WAY NOR IS IT TIED INTO VOODOO OR HOODOO.

I love my Pythonic Fireayra (Py-thon-ick Fi-air-ra) 

 She is too cute.

And then there is my beautiful pussy, Cheatara that friends and family mistake for a kitten and shes like 7 human years old. (Unfortunately due to my fucking APPLE MAC being beaten by the crashing monster, I now have lost her photographs and looking on my external drive is just too long to do)

How Free is speech these days amongst friends? I Got told a few hours ago that I offend people with some of the things I have opinions on. Well... If that is not a shock to me.
I understand that my unintentional rant about black vs white Santa may piss some people off (BECAUSE SANTA IS DEFIANTLY WHITE EVEN THOUGH HE DOESN'T EXISTS)(So they say) and me talking and enquiring about different religions but I'm not physically hurting any one. Mental maybe I am. But the way I see it, if your weak and pathetic enough to my scorned and burnt by my words then you really need to find another Biracial Marbie to fucking chat to. I'm not here to please any one in life but myself. Yes i have Family and Friends but my aim in life for them is to tell them the truth from my point of view not sugar coat my words with sprinkles and shit so they feel better about themselves.... Nah that's not me. Straight up I' ll tell you the truth when I see fit to, or I won't say anything at all. It's like saying "Nigga" (No it's not another rant of race but a point I'm going to make) If your not brave enough, honest enough, know where your coming from or just can't say the word in general like "Why do Black people say nigga?" opposed to "Why do black people use the N-word?" then maybe you shouldn't say it in your homes or in private, whispering conversations. I love when people say what they think. I have a friend who is not coloured in any sense (Did I just use the C word?) yet when we talk, he freely uses the word nigga and not as a derogatory way, but uses it as part of his vocabulary here and there like the words, CUNT and FUCK. Expression of words is what the human race does, so don't try and hold me back in the primordial soup of keep my mouth shut because you got offended Fuck that shit and fuck you.

This has become so intentional it's unintentionally becoming more focused. So as I've said in the past I want Christmas to come and go as quick as a middle aged premature ejaculater (I see a trend going on here, but seriously now as the time is closing on us like a claustrophobic in a unstable store room for Trainers in a run down JD sports, I really want Christmas to take hold of me and ride me as long as it could just like my husband does. This Christmas Came hard and at the moment my tree has only just got one fifth of the presents it needs to have under it. I have barely done all my shopping and still need to get like 5 people those special, jokey and sentimental gifts. DAMN!(Ramble ramble and I'm so warm in my dressing gown and socks)
Two large Cheddar cheeses
Two cups of plain flour
Finely chopped Onion
3 tablespoons of Black pepper
1 table spoon of chili powder
700g of dry macaroni
Some salt for taste

Sure I can do better than this. But it still looks nice as a Sunday dinner.

And the rest is simple. Can't wait to make my Macaroni Cheese for Christmas, ooh the fried chicken and Turkey, Lobster and Salmon with cranberry dressing. sage and onion stuffing, chestnut stuffing, roast potatoes, pumpkin pie, truffles, mince pies, vodka, rum, Stella. Damn i can go on but from Friday the 24th December I'm gonna be eating stakes full till the last party of the year.

Until next time Homosapiens, Rogue Marbie Scott will have a good one (Can't belive I'm such a  cunting flake, I'm doing Christmas this year) And hope you have a great one too.

DO WHAT YOU DO AND DO IT WELL!

(PS not all the black Santa's are scary, they have just been duplicated.)