Who am I? Way too deep a question

A Black Country Lad who now lives in the Black Boy Land or Schwarzbubenland as it is called in Switzerland.   Life started off badly and after spending a big part of it on the margins of society working as a rent-boy (gay male prostitute) I eventually found my husband (civil partner) in 2000 and a new chapter in my life began.

Years on and we are still very happily married, or at least I am.  He kept every single one of his promises and didn’t tire or change his attitude towards me. Never once have I felt cold, hungry or scared.

I now live in a detached property with a large garden in a small hamlet of 895 residence.  Set in the foothills of the Jura mountains.  I am surrounded on all sides by hilly forests, a small stream runs through it’s centre.  It really is a proper piece of paradise.  When I’m feeling extra spiritual it is easy to imagine.  We are nestled in the palms of an almighty giant.  God if you like.  Whom, despite all I had done saw fit to watch over me and guide me to a life worth living.  I have a beautiful black cat called Darcy and also a Gordon Setter girl-dog name Asherah.  We live an idilic existence.

I now enjoy the small pleasures in life, gone are the pressures of  Big City Life  nowadays, I can see sky out of my windows.  I experience every season.  In the Spring and Summer, whilst out walking in the woods we often make a fire to cook a jumbo sausage.  My dog likes sausage walks.   Autumn is spend harvesting our homegrown and raking up leaves.  I spend a lot of my time gardening. Chopping and stacking wood for the log burner that heats our home throughout the Winter season.  I’m a Glippy a glamourous hippy.   We are extremely green and energy efficient, I’m a recycling master.

I wear what I call my doggy clothes mostly, saving my glad rags for when visiting the city.  I like to pretend I’m living in the olden days and going to town is a really big event.  So that is the new improved me.  I must admit I do still enjoy cannabis but now, I drink red wine also.

“I always had a dream to become a writer and although not quite there yet am doing everything I can to make it a reality.”

My Author Interview:   https://www.smashwords.com/interview/PowerPuffGeezer

 

4 thoughts on “Who am I? Way too deep a question

  1. Hello!
    I found your blog surfing WordPress.
    I would like to create an exhibition of my photos in one of the cafes in my home town of Belgorod, Russia. I’ve been doing that for a couple of years.
    This time I would like to do something unique. I call (better to say one person called it) my style “Haiku Photography”.
    I would like to choose 15-20 photos and accompany them with your Haiku poetry. Or you may choose the pictures you like and use your already written poems or create new ones.
    Of course if you enjoy my photography – that’s a matter of taste. I can send you the link to my Flickr where there are lots of photos uploaded.
    The photos with the poems will be placed in a big café where there are many visitors especially students – many of them study English at the English Language Department. The exhibition might travel to the university later or some other places. Nobody knows how it will turn to be. But it will be unique and popular!
    What do you get from that? Glory, pride, inner satisfaction that your poetry is being read in a faraway country.
    Here is the link to my exhibitions including three exhibitions from the West (which I organized, this time I would like to do something special):
    http://markovich.tv/my-photo-exhibitions/
    A few words about me can be found in my About Me page:
    http://markovich.tv/alex-markovich/
    Cheers,
    Alex

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