The philosophy, stories, poetry, social commentary, religion and Satanism of Michael Foord a Jewish, British, socialist, feminist, witch, middle aged, middle class, pansexual, ex-christian, ex-homeless, ex-prisoner, GenX, neurodiverse, cult survivor, body positive, sex positive, switch, gamer, raver, hippie, polyamarous, psychonaut, white, cis, mostly male identifying geek. A technomancer, an ordained Dudeist priest and a Rational Theistic Luciferian.
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White Male Privilege
Back in the day Durham always resented being "second tier" to Oxbridge. An offer from Oxbridge meant that an application to Durham would be automatically rejected. They wouldn't be second to anyone.
So a Durham degree always came with a tiny serving of chip on the shoulder.
Me? I'm a university dropout. No trace of a chip upon my shoulder at all... I'm genX, I hate everyone equally. Whatever university you did or didn't go to.
Cambridge for academics, Oxford for industrialists. But still the best engineers came from Cambridge.
Oxbridge. I went mad in the same fields as Syd Barrett. That was more than twenty years ago though.
My grandfather lectured in classics at St Catherine's and my father went to Corpus Christi. He met my mother in Cambridge and proposed on Castle Hill, an Anglo Saxon hill fort.
I proposed to my wife on top of Castle Hill as well.
I chose Corpus because it was a small college, had the world renowned Jurisprudence (philosophy of law) expert as head of law and I wanted to study law, and I was pretty sure that the family connection would help too.
I was determined to get in. Corpus entry was by interview, and I was good at interview. If they liked you they made AAB offers for A-Levels and I could breeze that.
After the interview I knew I'd get an offer. I did. AAB. And I breezed it.
Couldn't breeze college though. Life hit me hard in between.
Still, I passed my first year - Roman, Criminal, Civil (Tort) and Constitutional Law - and got a desmond, a 2:2.
A fun adventure, before leading to my next adventure. That was over twenty years ago now.
A Christian understanding of homosexuality is a topic I've shied away from, although I obliquely address it in The Liberal Agenda , because it can be so divisive. That it is a divisive and difficult topic makes me deeply sad. A refusal to face a topic because it is difficult could reasonably be called cowardice, so here we are. People love to know the rules don't they. It's a fact of human nature that we want to be told what we're allowed to do and what we're not allowed to do. This is "the law" and the old testament of the bible is largely the story of humanity understanding God's nature and how to be right with God through a very detailed set of rules. In Jesus' time there was a group of religious people who particularly loved the rules. Read Matthew 23 for some of the choice things Jesus had to say to these men, the Pharisees: Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in
A way is the only true way. All ways is the only true way. I posted this meme on Facebook, I think he's right, and someone made this response about Alan Moore: I'm going to ignore the fact that this is coming from a man who claims both that he is a wizard, and that the comic book industry was run by the mafia . Now I'm pretty sure DC and Marvel do in fact count as a mafia. As for calling himself a wizard, that's clever. You don't do it because you believe it, that would be daft it doesn't even mean anything, you do it because some people will believe you and have faith in you which is powerful. Personally I identify as a Witch, but that's just my religion. My favoured flavour of witchcraft is a syncretism of Druidism and The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. Druidism is the religion of the land of the Britons, from the time of Boudica and now my land. The magical system of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn is based on Hebrew mysticism. I'm
There's a degree to which fear is a choice. To that degree, choose wisely. For more tales from the past, short horror stories from my life, see the links and the stories here: Those Times Psychosis Nearly Killed Me It transpires I've never told the story of how I ended up in prison. Like most stories it's hard to know where it begins, but maybe we can pickup the thread in my darkest hour in Verulamium. There, like the Romans before me, I faced a savage and wild horde of natives before whom I genuinely feared for my life. That is at the Verulam School for Boys in St Albans, the new school I had started at having moved from the northern industrial town of Macclesfield where what childhood idyll I knew remained behind to the commuter town of Harpenden. Full of estate agents and Italian restaurants and a higher class of savage natives than we'd known before. I had been taught not to fight back, and although I'd been in a few fights I'd always brought th