Sep 10, 2005 11:26
Wanna hear a secret?
You know that film Muriel's Wedding?
Muriel came from Porpoise Spit.
And so do I.
I shall retain the name Porpoise Spit to protect the innocent folks who live here, but apart from that, it is a very real town and her story was a very real story (although she was really a he).
I spent all those long traumatised days of my youth struggling to fit in amongst a swathe of blonde haired, bronze limbed, lithe surfers and their surf girl whores.
Hell, there really was no struggling involved - with dark hair and pale skin and a complete aversion to this no culture beach culture I fit in just like a round peg in a very square hole.
Now I'm here again - completely lost in flood of memories, the reverie is killing me softly and very slowly.
Is it any wonder I ran screaming from this place when I was little more than sweet sixteen..
This is not home, I want to go home.
home,
not home,
dislocation.