I am living proof that, as we get older, we give less of a toss about what other people have to say about us.

Me after the first wave of submissions to agents/publishers.

We grow a thicker skin which deflects the blows of the stresses and strains that life throws at us.  Our appearance becomes weather-worn, our faces creased with laughter lines and our eyes hide the battle scars.

As a niche-less blogger, I am always careful, whatever subject I am writing about, that it is not going to offend anyone, especial when sounding off on the more controversial subjects.

I stopped writing about SEX, RELIGION and POLITICS  years ago, but I can never call myself a niche-less blogger if certain subjects are on my ‘don’t go there‘ list.  But, things are about to change, as recent events both at home and abroad, make it increasingly more difficult for me to stay schtum on these subjects.

My late Mother put me off writing about sex after reading a short story I had written for a magazine.  A tame, ‘hand on thigh‘ moment, brought on a tirade about how my father ‘would turn in his grave,’ if he knew I was writing ‘such filth’ and I thought, I can’t be bothered with this, I’ll leave sex to the erotica experts like Emmanuelle Arsan.  However, after receiving feedback on my novel last year, with particular reference to one of only two (brief) sex scenes, the critiquer felt was I ‘holding back’ and, perhaps a ‘little embarrassed’ about describing what was going on.  Having re-written the scene, I think it is fair to say that I have now put the ‘hand on thigh’ moment behind me.

‘RELIGION is a social-cultural system of designated behaviors and practices, morals, worldviews, texts, sanctified places, prophecies, ethics, or organizations, that relates humanity to supernatural, transcendental, or spiritual elements. However, there is no scholarly consensus over what precisely constitutes a religion.  Wikipedia.

Again, I made the decision not to write about religion a very long time ago.  My parents were regular churchgoers, so I was always taken to church every Sunday as a child, but I struggled with it in my early teens after my Father ‘s death and I still do. It is so entrenched with division, and dare I say, hate, but I waivered back in March when I wrote In The Name of God.

If I was open and honest about my beliefs, I think I would err towards Buddism.

As for politics…well… I am becoming more incensed on a daily basis. The United Kingdom I grew up in, has never been as divided as it is now.

So how can I call myself a niche-less blogger, if I exclude things that are threatening to disrupt and destroy the way we live.  So, my long-term writing modus operandi is about to change and I am ready for the backlash.  My Social Media following, such as it is, will no doubt dwindle as a result, but there is something I need to get off my chest.

This picture would be funny if it was part of a Monty Python sketch, but it isn’t… this is Jacob Rees-Mogg, the current Leader of the House of Commons, taking the piss out of the dire situation the UK currently finds itself in.

Photo Credit: AP/Getty

Leader of the House was a role he said he was ‘privileged’ to get. It seems to me that this type of behaviour, lounging around and laughing during a serious debate,  is breathtaking abuse of that privilege.

Is this Right Honourable gentleman setting the right example to his six children? That it is okay to laugh in the face of democracy?  And is this really how he wants to be remembered over the annuls of time?  A clone of the cartoon character, Walter Brown?

The livelihoods of 67,593,375 people (as of Wednesday, September 4, 2019) in the UK are at stake.  So I would respectfully ask the Right Honourable gentleman to grow up, sit up and get a grip!

The Times They Are A-Changin’ © 1963

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle

Published by Tessa Barrie

Blogger from Jersey, Channel Islands UK who believes life's too short to be niche. View more posts

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