Tuesday 28 July 2015

No-one knows what it's like


No-one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

From Behind Blue Eyes by The Who. My eyes aren't blue, but I will certainly support the main assertion of the song. If you're not a boy (or girl) lover, you can't possibly imagine what it's like to be at the centre of the maelstrom of hatred such attractions engender. Like at work yesterday, when, in the midst of yet another torrent of bigotry (mostly misogynistic, as it happened), the conversation suddenly veered off into 'paedo' this and 'kiddie-fiddler' that. I looked at the ceiling and mouthed 'fuck off, fuck off, you have no idea what you're talking about', but, of course, I couldn't speak out, given, sadly, that I still need the benighted fucking job to finance K's education, so, yet again, I was telling lies, of omission, at least. If anyone ever tells me to my face that my sexuality is a 'choice', they'd be very likely to get a smack in the mouth.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

4 comments:

  1. I love the song, hate that is it is how it is. God, Sammy, what a hell you deal with. I wish I could help, other than commiserate with you here.

    At least your priorities are straight. K comes first, as hard as it is. And I'll second the punch in the mouth. I know, and you know I know.

    Peace <3
    Jay

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    1. Hello Jay
      The frustration of listening to people who haven't the first idea of what they're talking about, and thinking that they can know everything about someone by application of a word that none of them even know the proper definition of, comes close to strangling me at times. But priorities, especially the financial exigencies, keep me under control. Just.

      Love & best wishes
      Sammy B

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  2. Hello Sammy

    I was not familiar with the song you mentioned, but having since found it and listened several times, I have to admit that the lyrics draw disturbing parallels to my own situation. I've always believed, that if one looks hard enough, a song can almost always be found to express ones own feelings. This song certainly does it for me. Whatever circumstances led Pete Townshend to write this song will probably never be known, whether or not his inspiration was based on similar life experiences to people like us is irrelevant. Yet, what he is saying, I can relate to. And that, to me, is important.

    For as long as I can remember, I've had to suffer in silence in the workplace environment, while those around me spew out their bile and un-informed biggotry and hatred. What they'd do to "those sickos". Goating with smugness and malignant pleasure about their self-styled "normality", as they drewl over page three pin-ups, and how one night with "them" would "straighten out" the lesbians. And then they go home to beat up their wives, scare the crap out of their children, and settle down with a few beers to watch the porn channels.

    Townshend was right about one thing - They don't know what it's like to be hated.

    Warmest regards - Dave

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    1. Hello Dave
      I'm not a fan of The Who, by any means, but, as you say, there are lyrics that strike you as apposite, and these certainly fitted with Monday morning at work. It wasn't the first time I'd had to 'bite back on my anger', and I have no doubt it won't be the last. I will have my say one day, though, of that I'm determined.

      Love & best wishes
      Sammy B

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