Cassandra Disque | October 30, 2004
And the line is drawn, wherever it wants to be drawn. And the line is drawn, right down the middle. And the line separates, one tit on either side. The line is bi-partisan, but not partial. It does not choose sides. I spent the summer trying to teach my boyfriend’s twelve year old daughter the [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 21, 2004
In 2000 I started watching them build it there. It was horrible. Shortly there after, it began to take shape here, as well. This past month, both officially opened to the public. Maybe I’m just being a fascist and elitist aesthetics and design bastard, but is it just me or are the new Scottish Parliament [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 20, 2004
America Bytes Back Having just spent a week in the one place in the world that makes me feel more at home and human than anywhere else, I feel like utter shit about certain things. When abroad I’ve always easily concealed my American citizenship, which has always been easy with my easily influenced ears. In [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 11, 2004
Living in a student flat. Tell tale signs: a full cupboard of booze, a refridgerator that smells bad, posters sticky-puttied to walls, an over abundance of cheap and mostly empty hygiene products in the bathroom, clutter, noise, and phones ringing in the middle of the night. Back home my life looks suburban housewife in comparison; [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 10, 2004
Midnight here in Scotland. I’m up in the Highlands near the North Sea. Jamie’s asleep. We go back to Edinburgh tomorrow. I feel like my life at home is really dumb and meaningless. Have had so many good conversations with so many people while I’ve been here. So rarely seem to have them at home [...]
Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.
My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."
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