Alice-PointBeing

So here is my ideal life in an an upper class Bourgeouis Society:

A life with shelves full of old books, hardbacks and leatherbacks mostly, surrounding me.  No internet access or extremely restricted, maybe having a kindle at hand for the books that are newer that I want; I don't currently have a Kindle atm, I use Amazon Kindle Reader and download miscellaneous PDF's online.  Living a life of luxury and ease, reading books, doing calligraphy to produce fiction, poetry, journaling, and audio recording all of my thoughts talked about out loud as I read various books and analyze the contents therein.  A well stocked pool and jacuzzi and BDSM rack full of toys is within this mansion or estate, and beeswax is what I use at night to read my books or meditate in the darkness or practice contemplative modes of thought, or stare outside the windows into the night sky.  In this world I also rarely go out, around people, and I read books like I do now, but not using a PC to do so like I do now; spending most of my day reading various material online, most of it book or bookish material for the most part.  This is the ideal life for me.  I won't even watch movies on netflix like I do now, and rarely promote myself through social media, doing so very carefully when I do so, having a very good online alias and premium VPN to avoid scrutiny, no online games to get out anger, as there will be nothing less than a heavy bag sitting somewhere for me to do so (I won't have to inhabit PC Games full of middle or upper class chan or irc sociopaths that could give a fuck less about me)  and a ballroom dance floor for me to work things out on through dancing, maybe a stripper pole room somewhere if I want to do that.

If I want to take a nice walk out on the estate during night time, I can then do so, avoiding it during day time and watching the maintenance people through the window.  If I want something prepared I can speak to the butler or maid who will take down my order and bring it to the chef.

I will not go clubbin, and I mostly won't throw parties, and when I DO throw parties, you will all be wearing venetian masks at my party or bondage gear, and you will have to be part of a Secret Society of rich douchenozzles just like me in order to so much as get your foot in the door to the mansion I live in.

That's my ideal Bourgeouis form of Society.  Will this ever happen for me?  I doubt it, but one can dream; I mean so long as capitalism is a thing a girl's gotta have dreams in it.  Now then, I have my own forms of the ideal life under Socialism and modified Constitional Monarchy in a world free of religion accompanied by a Parliament.  Those forms look very different, but also involve me reading books and other intellectual material, and contributing to the Society I find myself in through such means of analysis and fiction and non-fictional works.

The End, For Now.


-Alice

(SucculentAngel)

P.S.

I have mocked all types of people here, including myself and stereotypes of various types of people that have nothing to do with those qualities of us in practice, to terrify the bejesus out of anyone stupid enough to be reading these links and too idiotic to parse the difference between fiction and non-fiction here.  Many of my non-fictional claims were woven into fiction and vice versa, if you can't tell the difference, it will all just look like fiction (or non-fiction if you're stupider) out of an H.P. Lovecraft work or Necronomicon, blended with satire and parody and every other form of hardcore mockery of stereotypes of anything and everything that result in a synthesis which is the hardcore nature to be found emerging here that is well beyond anything written by De Sade or anyone else throughout history, or even hinted at being done by Vlad the Impaler, because I'm a Woman and this isn't really serious business entirely, you know ;)  I just avoid any of the more problematic stuff involving kids by noting that I myself am a kid emotionally and a woman intellectually, and you know what I look like as the trans woman I am.

Those that do not believe what I say about my past is true, will continue to come up against a piece of the toughest stuff wrapped in the softest velvet you've ever encountered offline; unyielding to any of your denigration couched implicatively or not, while still graceful and loving, if you try to push the point with me.  Online though? I speak my mind here, always, and if you find it to be so offensive, I suggest you not read it.



-Alice