The Minotaur Lives Without Shame

One day I woke up and I thought I was the Minotaur. I was a 44 year old fat woman from Croydon, so this came as a surprise to me too.

She was half human, half beast and half cut. (I was a habitual weed smoker)

The Minotaur knew many things she hadn't previously understood, and she knew she had a mission. Not a toxic "pay me for my fluffy thoughts" mission, but a genuine poor man's goal: To convince people that you need to live without shame and with a heart full of love.

The Minotaur felt like something was amiss in her life. She felt hunted and misunderstood. She smoked weed and used porn to escape the monotony of her life. She was married, but used her love addiction to put absolute twonks on a pedestal. She felt condescended to, and invisible.

The Minotaur has ADHD, Autism and OCD. Boomers "We didn't find letters for it, we just got on with it" often sigh, when she enters a room. For years she kept her differences hidden with assimilation, but through countless episodes of bullying and down right cruelty, the Minotaur realised this was utterly pointless.

She understands that living authentically could make her unpopular, but behaving like a doormat had got her jack shit on the friendship/family front. The Minotaur had decided that boundaries were needed, and upon testing them, she discovered that she was almost utterly alone. It wasn't a nice feeling to realise she was surrounded by terrible people, but she had an inkling that by openly being a doormat, the healthy humans (whilst sympathetic) avoided the Minotaur.

The Minotaur loves to laugh, she loves music and dancing and making other people feel safe. She found her own safety by making others feel taken care of. What the awakening had made her realise was that you can't take care of any other cunt, if you don't first respect and care for your own inner cunt first. Yes like Ru Paul, but without the fracking. Also, the Minotaur now believed in God (not the man made, sit in a building, read my book and donate your wages to the roof type God) but the kind of God that brings bad karma and wrath upon your enemies, the "You reap what you sow" hard bastard God. She takes strength knowing that REAL love comes without shame or judgement, but if you treat people like shit, your own life will reflect the effluent of your soul.

The Minotaur is not selling god. I don't think they're for sale. Jesus flipped enough tables in churches letting merchants know that selling faith in the name of salvation is utter bullshit. The Minotaur doesn't give a shit if you believe in god or not. I'm not sure God does either. I think what matters, is how you treat the earth, and how you treat others.

Cheerio.