racist af

did i tell yah, that 2 days before the gregorian christmas celebrations, we met the new landlords?

suffice to say, which is not an understatement – but they are as racist AF.

old school racist. ignorant racist. ‘all the cliches’ racist.

i spent about a half hour listening to a tirade of ignorant white woman racist rant.

& it wasn’t pleasant. at all.

what was interesting was that she was completely deluded in her reasoning for us ‘maaris’ being dirty, lazy, unemployed, pregnant & broken. & she didn’t like being corrected or educated or disagreed with. she disliked it so much she broke into the nasty ‘i’m in charge’ white woman that had been lurking beneath the surface, just waiting for me to agree with her bigotry.

but she, & her kind can go get fucked.

turns out, they going to bulldoze the house and rebuild a big fat retirement monstrosity on the land. in the meantime, we can stay until their permits come through.

fuck her and her permits.

which brings me to this:

i’ve decided, even more so than i have been, that i’m not here to explain history or colonisation anymore. i’m not explaining for all first nations people or for black people or for the currently oppressed or incarcerated. i am espousing my intersectional experience & what i will be doing about it from here on out.

backstory: my mama is white. she has blue eyes and light brown hair. she gets served first if we are both standing in line. she is also the person who schooled me on just how fucking racist our country is.

i’ve heard a lot of conversation about how ‘this thing’ is not about racism, or colour because we are all human.

but i’m sorry to say, that that is incorrect.

some people see nothing but colour or more accurately the lack of whiteness. & not all those people are white. my father is a racist piece of shit & he’s darker than me. in his case i can understand that he is a product of old school colonisation. will he ever realise that? i’m uncertain.

my recent experience with this openly racist white woman, has shifted my focus slightly. i’ve made it a mission to stay away from negativity and general cunts whilst i get my pts(d) feng shui tweak on. i’ve got no time for left field cunty behaviour…. & this is where its seems i have gone – a little left field myself.

racism is a reality. one that a shittonne of people choose not to see. white priveledge? maybe. whatever the reason, that is not my main concern. my concern is that these people have absolutely no desire to rectify it. in fact they’re quite content with their beliefs because it suits them.

no matter where i place myself on the spectrum, there are always going to be racist cunts present.

talynne kel, an author whose blog i’ve followed closely for some time, explains it like this :

“So, when white people and Black men get irritated with me and say I’m difficult, it’s usually because I’m not conforming to the behavior they expect from Black women. When white people and Black men say I’m opinionated and argumentative, it’s usually because I don’t fall in line and agree with their bullshit. When white people and Black men say I am intimidating and angry, it’s usually because they couldn’t get me to do something they wanted. And when white people and Black men say that I am uncooperative and not a team player, it’s definitely because I wouldn’t do something they wanted.”

so, this is me. unapologetically brown & not fucking with racist rants anymore.

kpm ©



Our little town has been awesome to live in … aside from the obvious … The Beach … its usually pretty quiet. Every town has it’s ups and downs, and this place is no different, but overall it’s small and quiet … just like I like it.

I’ve loved being here … it’s been way more ‘healing’ (believe it or not …) than virtually anything else I’ve tried.

I guess you don’t realise how noisy and busy everything around us is until you take it all away. It’s so quiet out here at  night, you could literally hear a pin drop. And dark! Theres hardly any street lights so you can see the stars at night … bright as!

Can you feel the downside coming?


Something we didn’t realise when we moved here, is because it’s a ‘holiday’ town, as in, cunts from miles around, come here to get away from all the aforementioned noise and pollution and lights, 3 to 4 times a year. They come, they take over, leave their rubbish and piss off again. That I can manage … sort of.

The down, down side, is the property vultures. Houses go up for sale and are sold like hotcakes round here. Apparently is wasn’t always like this, because holiday homes (very small, modest houses) were family owned and whole families would come once a year, enjoy themselves, their neighbours, their surroundings.

Now they’re building big ass mansions along the shorelines, where they’re bound to get swept away first if there was ever a storm big enough. Property developers and are knocking shit down, carving shit up and selling shit off.

Why my angst?

As renters, with a good history of renting … none of that means shit here! In town property owners usually want long term tenants that are going to look after their rentals. Here, you’d be lucky to find a house that is permanent for more than 2 years.

Which brings Me to this:

Today we have a property appraiser coming through our rental to take photos. First sign of the house going on the market.

It seems that our landlord, who has been lovely, has gotten abit spooked by the housing shift that is happening at the moment and is thinking about selling this place to pay off the mortgage on his other place.

I would too if it was mine.

But where does that leave Us?

The same position we were in 2 1/2 years ago.

There is nothing to rent out here at the moment, and while I am quietly freaking out, at least I don’t feel as crap as when it happened last time. We got this place about 5 days before we were due to leave our other place. That was some freaky deaky shit!

I haven’t quite gotten to the place where I can say: Oh this is exciting … a new adventure!

But I’m working on it <3

kpm ©


i wonder:

we have new neighbours.

they bought the

half a million dollar home

next door.

btw they’re noisy as fuck.

what i don’t get is

this formula:

you buy a huge ass house

for a huge ass price

to get up in the morning

to run off to work

to work your ass off all day

to pay for

the big ass house

with the big ass price tag

that you’re never home to enjoy

but so you can,


Enjoy it on Saturday?

That Makes No Sense To Me.