Tabitha Rohrs's Blog

Terence Parkin gets the silent treatment

Tabitha Rohrs — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 14:44:03 +0000

Terence Parkin, can be considered in the same league as the likes of Michael Phelps, after having earned a whopping SEVEN GOLDS in the pool at the Deaf Olympics in Taipei in mid September, PLUS a bronze medal in cycling (Taipei Times) …Yet one of our best swimmers arrived home from the Deaf Olympics in Taipei to a deafening silence of absent applause last week… and this is not just because Parkin is deaf! There was no welcoming committee for him, he hasn’t been applauded as SA’s GOLDEN BOY of swimming… in fact when he arrived home at the airport, there were no press or media snapping shots and shoving microphones and cameras in his face, no fabulous sponsorship offers, makeovers or free house… one has to wonder, is this because he is too white or not disabled enough?

According to Tadhg Slattery, Deaflympic SA swimming Manager/Coach, Parkin was a huge hit in the east. ‘He got seven golds, two world records and six deaflympic records as well as a bronze medal for cycling. He’s a true Deaflympic champion in Taipei 2009. He was extremely popular around people here in Hsinchu. Everyone want to take photograph and autograph.’ SASCOC news

Terence Parkin is such a humble family man yet it’s clear he is really hurt at the absence of any recognition from his fellow countrymen over his latest achievements. Wife, Ingrid said that that he was considering relocating, together with her and their two young daughters, 4 & 6 year old Shayla and Leya, to New Zealand, a country which had given him the recognition and acknowledgement his own country clearly hasn’t. Perhaps already it is “God of Nations at Thy feet, In the bonds of love we meet…” that permeates the sounds of silence, and that he (like so many gifted, talented and qualified South Africans before him) will go on the “chicken run”, not because he is a chicken, but because he is an unacknowledged hero!

Tagged: Deaf Olympics 2009, sports, swimmer, Terrence Parkin

Where Angels Fear to Tread

Tabitha Rohrs — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 10:58:31 +0000

When last did you meet an angel? A real live angel – actually a gorgeous tall blonde Amazonian angel (except she’s from the northern most country of North America)…. I shall call her Angela! She came to SA on a volunteer visa to save both animal and beast, and goes into townships to do so! On an outreach clinic to help both township residents and their pets with food and medical care, Angela and her assistant were attacked by a gun-wielding gang of thugs. They kicked her young assistant to the ground and had him face-down in the dirt at gun point, while they stole every material possession of this young volunteer. All of this in front of dozens of witnesses and their pets who were waiting in line for food parcels, and vaccinations and medical care for their pets. As a parting shot, the gang fired a round into the ground right next to the terrified assistant’s head and left for the shebeen where they proceeded to get drunk on the cash they had stolen! As hardened South Africans we just shake our heads and say thank god she’s okay (hey she wasn’t raped, shot or injured…) BUT THIS IS SO NOT OKAY and she is very far from being okay, or being the same lighthearted, outgoing, kind-natured girl who landed on African soil. She came here to save the world, paw by paw, and person by person. Highly gifted and talented she’d been awarded a coveted scholarship to study nursing at home, yet turned her back on it it for the ‘opportunity’ to come and work amongst our poorest and weakest people and the voiceless often homeless, neglected and abused township animals. AND How do we say thankyou – we destroy her innocence, betray her trust and bite the very hand that feeds us. Now she too like one of us, and like many of the animals she rescues, has paid the ultimate price and has given up her freedom, now she too has to live in fear behind bars… not just physical ones but emotional ones that cut her off from her humanity (humaneness), her generosity and her faith (her belief in us and that she can make a difference)… but hey, at least she’s okay… right???

I just want to say THANKYOU, to you and the many angels like you, who go where angel’s fear to tread and often make the ultimate sacrifice in so-doing… what is even more tragic perhaps is that you really ARE making a difference in a god-forsaken land where most of us have given up!!!

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Tagged: Angel, Animal Rescue, Animal Welfare, Charity, CLAW, crime, South Africa, Township, Volunteer

Our ballsy athlete, Caster!

Tabitha Rohrs — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 08:06:24 +0000

One of our local mags had this picture of ballsy 800m women’s winner (in the World Champs in Brazil) Caster Semenya, on the cover…

…let’s face it, this girl’s a ballsy athlete, but it’s hardly surprising that the IAAF demanded gender tests… what is bizarre though, is why so many locals went nuts about it. Politicians used our “Golden girl” as a golden opportunity to play the racsism and even sexism card! Deep voice, muscular build and mustache aside, didn’t Caster herself, her mum, sisters or friends wonder why she’d never had a period, PERIOD… or perhaps rather exclamation mark! The IAAF’s test results which reveal 3 X the levels of testosterone and no evidence of either a womb, uterus or ovaries… there have been Apologies to Julius Malema’s (ANC Youth League President) outrage that there was such a paltry turnout of WHITE South Africans at the airport on a work day, to welcome Caster home… I think kudos should go to Leonard Chuene (Head of Athletics South Africa) for resigning from the Council of the IAAF in protest… it should be the ASA and Caster’s coaches who should be caster-ated for sending Caster overseas to compete as a female athlete in the first place.

Inside the same copy of the magazine is this pic of Serena Williams, with her new wax twin in Madame Tussauds…
If Caster had a twin, they could have been named Caster and Bollux… Seriously though, Caster and the Williams sisters could be part of the same ‘family’. One must wonder if the Williams girls have ever had to suffer the same humiliation and indignation as our “golden girl”…

…with all the racket about her gender, Caster may yet suffer from Venus (& Serena) envy… after all, a ball in the hand is worth two in the bush!

After this storm in a pee-cup has blown over, hopefully SA’s new ‘golden girl’ will find new opportunities…sporting or not…

Tagged: athletics, Caster Semenya, hermaphrodite, middle distance, sport

The WOmbat WOmb Psycho-Stalker from Hell!

Tabitha Rohrs — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 06:30:20 +0000

: The Wombat Womb Psycho Stalker from Hell

…Bet the main reason so many therapists are still in business is because women can’t MOVE ON after being dumped….yes, you know who you are! I’m not even talking about personal growth, insight and acceptance here… I’m talking about just grabbing your baggage and making a mad dash for the door when you’re given a kick up the ass ! Come on ladies a teeny-tiny remnant of pride is all it takes. What the hell happened to a little self respect and dignity?

Here’s a case in point… Simon Kates ( a pal of mine) is being stalked by an ex of his, Muriel Koekemoer… Now Muriel has pulled out all the stops to ‘win’ him back… First she’s claimed to have fallen pregnant with Simon’s kid (possible but unlikely… Firstly that she’s preggers at all, and secondly that it’s his kid). To paint the picture here, Muriel took over a year to leave her marriage, she kept moving back in with her husband…or finally ex-husband…nothing quite like keeping options open hey!). The ping-pong ball effect doesn’t really foster much security or trust for the players on opposing ends of the table… Frankly they don’t know if you’re coming or going, Ping… Or Pong! So already trust and betrayal have huge roles in your act… And then you pull out the “Pregnancy Card”… WOW!

Well, Simon did the decent (but dumb) thing (despite already having gone back three times previously to Ping, not Pong) and now even dumped a new girlfriend to be with Muriel (and the baby… Who at this point is no more than an alleged colour change on a pregnancy test). Then Wombat Womb, the Psycho-Stalker, for some reason, tells Simon that she miscarried… (not even going to try and delve into that mystery…) and he decides (once again) to try and get on with his life without her. Oh it gets better… Then WW P-S tells him that she did not in fact miscarry, and is still pregnant with his child and that the story about the miscarriage was her way of “TESTING HIM” and that he failed the test…. OMG, WTF kind of test is this (like she hasn’t tested the poor oke’s decency and sanity enough already!!!). Basically simple Simon tells Muriel that he doesn’t believe he is the pie-man and that not a ‘moer’ does he believe that in fact he’s knocked up a koekie and there’s a bun in the oven. Then the persistent little strumpet proceeds to use Facebook and e-mail as the broomstick (vehicle) she thinks will transport her magically down the aisle… She contacts friends and acquaintances of Simon’s… Many of which she has never met (that’s where I come into the picture!). First of all even she cannot edit this soap opera in such a way to get either understanding (comprehension) or empathy! Surely playing the “pregnant card to ‘win’ a man’s hand is tantamount to Munchausen by Proxy especially when you then threaten to abort the (supposed) kid (which you’ve already previously supposedly miscarried… Or not…). Cummon how LOW can you stoop?! She’s truly using maximum force to try and score the ring and tie the noose with an unwilling man that she has betrayed and deceived countless times already. Her reality is a whole different religion and her persistence knows no bounds. Get this, WW P-S even convinces her Psychiatrist to contact Simon to tell him it IS his baby and he must take responsibility and do the right thing…. Now HOW UNETHICAL is the shrink first of all… Cummon your client is a Tweet short of a cuckoo clock, a ripple short of a Tsunami… Simon has already said he will do what the law requires according to the Child Care Act if and when the baby (if really real) is proven to indeed be his. A Paternity test can only be done after the first trimester (and they dislike doing an amnio so early because of the associated risks of spontaneous abortion) and would prefer to wait until the kid’s popped out. Checked with Simon that he’s sure it’s her shrink and not her Psychic (or a sidekick) who called… On that note… The WWP-S set up several e-mail accounts under aliases and proceeded to contact Simon as her brother and father and various other family members and friends in an attempt to “win” him back. You wish someone would shout: “Holy Matrimony Woman… Clearly Simon Says it is not gonna happen!!!”

She is using every trick in that dark bible she subscribes to… From begging, cajoling and telling Simon to do the decent thing, to defamation of character (slandering him to friends, acquaintances and even business partners, and libel – via facebook and e-mail)… And then there’s the ranting and raving, emotional blackmail and suicide threats, spam galore and calls in the middle of the night!!! The requires a lot of time persistence and energy… What is the point of dragging yourself, your unborn child (if indeed it exists) and your ex to the depths of hell… You think you’re denting Simon’s reputation but you’re making your own name PEP stores… Seriously koekie, the whole world is laughing at you… Your name is flying around the grapevine, cannon fodder for FB graffiti, Bloggers and Twits alike. Do you really think Simon will go back to you just to make you ‘go away’ (shut-up)… Maybe that’s the reason he dumped you in the first place…You may feel scorned by Simon, but in reality you are scorned by the whole world and especially by women who are deeply embarassed by your lack of both propriety and pride. I mean, who uses manipulation, emotional blackmail and defamation as their repertoire to try and get a man to marry them… SKAAM!!!! Clearly hell has no fury like a woman scorned BUT surely it would be a helluva lot easier to just LET GO and MOVE ON???!!!

Tagged: abortion, adoption, defamation of character, emotional blackmail, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, illegitimate, libel, pregnant, separation, slander, unplanned pregnancy

Facing Fears or Tempting Fate…

Tabitha Rohrs — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 10:06:37 +0000

Leo the Lionman with loyal running buddy, Biscuit

Leo my Lionman, ‘Die Man van Staal’, my rock, through thick and thin ‘til death do we part… has been helping me face my fears and work through my NDE (near death experience). We have gone for the odd walk and run on the same 4X4 track with the dogs, me, my mace on hand (actually in hand with thumb on the button), and him with a high voltage Taser. Leo has been quite strict on making me work through things, face my fears and move on… Says I cannot let Mr K. Fir (my loathsome fearsome attacker) control and take over my life… he has taken enough from me! Leo agrees it was naive for me to run alone (even with the dogs) in the veld, but the nature of an attacker such as Mr K Fir, is to be a coward. Anyway…SOOOOoooo, on Monday the 17^th on a beautiful Winter’s day, midafternoon, off we go for our little toddle, parking at our usual spot above the townhouse complex off Robert Broom Rd. At about 4km or so, on the way back to the car, we meet two cyclists (I warn them to be aware)… They agree with Leo and reckon I was only attacked because I was a girl on my own… and they head off, ipods blaring once again… Anyway, about half a Kay from the car, would you believe it but there’s my Mr K. Fir heading down the track straight towards us… I recognise him immediately and point him out to Leo… We stop short, and head onto a nearby, parallell path… Mr K. Fir follows us… We head back to main path… Mr K crosses over again too… Mr K has one arm under his jersey (presumably carrying the carving knife from last time) and a big stick in his other hand… Mr K. Fir doesn’t recognise me (despite the fact I am wearing the exact same pink and purple Comrades Marathon T-shirt). Leo warns him to stay away and remain on the other path… Mr K. Fir tells Leo to take off his shoes, and heads purposefully and menacingly towards us. I have my mace ready in my hand. I begin to scream (hoping the cyclists, or anyone else, may hear me …of course they don’t…) Leo tells me and dogs to move back up the path (to avoid the looming confrontation) ….and then my brave Lionman loses it… he realises from Mr K. Fir’s body language that there is no option but to attack back… so Leo moves forward, he bends down and lifts up a stick… actually more like a log, while reaching for the taser in his running shorts. To my absolute shock, Mr K. Fir then tells Leo to pull out his gun and shoot him!!! Mr K. Fir is not much taller than me, and has a slight build. Leo, on the other hand, is well over 6foot and strapping rugger-bugger to boot! So much for Mr K. Fir’s cowardice! …BUT then Leo responds with the warcry: “Today you die, K. Fir!!!” and then, log lifted aloft, Leo starts charging!!! Eventually it penetrated the imbesilic infidel’s numbskull that maybe, just frikkin’ maybe, today, this big white ‘baas’ means business (or perhaps actually has a gun)… finally he decides the best course of action is to run away…FAST… Brave Leo didn’t give him the chance to change his mind and just kept chasing him yelling his warcry: “Today you die, K. Fir!!!”

Okay… so nowadays Leo isn’t so sure about how safe it is running in the hillside even with HIM … And NOW I am really SO OVER working through things, and facing my fears THERE again… Actually I have my doubts whether Mr K. Fir learnt any lesson, but think my hubby perhaps did… although, Leo having grown up in Apartheid SA and lived through National Service in the SADF ‘on the border’ adamantly refuses to admit he poeped himself at all… He reckons it’s one point to the white man (I reckon it’s 0 points all… A total NO win situation!!!). Since this, Leo has been threatening to revisit the hillside, this time with his gun… he too feels very strongly that Mr K. Fir has the potential for escalating in his violence but Leo yearns, rather than to warn others, to teach Mr K. Fir a real life lesson!!! Oh Leo… why does it always have to be about who’s the BIG DOG… or he who roars the loudest???!!! I do not want to return to the hills that are alive with screams and gunfire and I do not feel Leo can make Mr K.Fir any the wiser… although sometimes, while I battle to sleep, I do wonder if perhaps those burnt hills can be made aliver with Mr K. Fir as fertilizer…

Tagged: Africa, attack, crime, Krugersdorp, Leo Rohrs, Panorama 4X4 track, Robert Broom, Tabitha Rohrs

Paradise Lost…

Tabitha Rohrs — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 10:03:53 +0000

The reason I am telling you this, is the same reason I reported it to the police (as apathetic as they were) and various media …it is to prevent the same trauma (or worse!) from happening to someone else… I feel that the potential of this attacker escalating in his violence is huge and acknowledge that I was extremely lucky. Apparently (so ‘they say) it is a good thing to name your fears (even as you face them)… so here I introduce my attacker as Mr K. Fir (perhaps not very PC, but PEACE and reconciliation are not the feelings which predominate in my heart and soul right now!!!) I know that (sadly) this is not a unique story, but it is the beginning of the Tabitha Rohrs story…The account below was written on the 15th of July, (the morning after…) Everything was still vivid in my mind… __________________________________________________________________ Tuesday the 14th of July at 3pm I took my three dogs for a walk in the mountain side on the Panorama 4X4 track between Robert Broom Road and the Krugersdorp Highway. I park at the cul-de-sac on the top (undeveloped end) of the Sugar Bush Estate townhouse complex on Robert Broom, which has direct access to the mountainside).This is something I have done countless times before, both alone and with others. This track (especially during the week) is quiet with just the odd mountain biker, quad biker and off-road motorbiker and 4X4. I have also met the odd person walking dogs and another woman alone, walking her three dogs… This tale goes out as a warning to them! I walked for about an hour and was at the backside of the mountain, just past where the handgliders jump off the mountain over the Krugersdorp Highway, and suddenly my small, fat middle-aged dog (who battles to keep up the pace) bolted past me – I whirled around and there he was. A young (probably 17-24yr old) Black African male wielding a black handled carving knife. He must be Mozambican, because his English was poor and he asked me if I spoke Portuguese, he kept speaking to me in what I assume was a mix of the two!) In retrospect I think he was planning to grab me around the neck from the back, but I turned around and caught him inches from me with his arm raised. I immediately tried to find the little mace spray that’s attached to the waist strap of my bum bag, I couldn’t get it by the time he grabbed me. He told me not to scream and to give him my money and cell phone. I am at least slightly streetwise and do not walk with any valuables! I was however wearing a special Doggy bum bag that carries two water bottles, a dog bowl, their leads, a dog whistle and some personal items such as my car keys, lip-ice tissues etc. Apart from continuously looking around him, Mr K. Fir was completely calm and in control, eerily so!!! Amazingly I kept reasonably calm and lucid, and for some reason I kept talking (despite his continuous bark at me to to shut-up …every time the pitch of my voice would rise, Mr K. Fir would raise the knife to emphasise the point!) Somehow I knew, in the isolated place I was, I would be very unlikely to be heard if I did call for help and I thought it would annoy him, and make him USE that knife! He grabbed my bag and pulled it off me (this is when either the mace spray fell to the ground or he took it (I don’t know, all I know is that it went missing at some point). After I showed him the contents of my bag, I begged him to let me keep my keys. Surprisingly, he handed me back the bag, (My car keys were clipped on the inside) and then grabbed my breast and shoulder and told me he was going to rape me, and started dragging me of the track towards the edge of the mountainside on the Krugersdorp side. I begged him not to rape me, I kept asking him why he’s doing this and telling him personal stories about me, and how I’ve never hurt anyone, I work for the poor (although I actually helping re-home dogs rescued from townships). And then I pulled out the spare tampons I carry in my bag and said I had my period. I also told him I was HIV positive and had AIDS (of course there’s probably a good chance he is HIV, but the chances are he won’t have had himself tested). He continued trying to drag me off the path (I resisted… He was not much taller than me and probably didn’t weigh much more) then he said I must come or he’d kill me. I said then he’d have to kill me. He quickly raised the knife and bore it down towards me and asked me whether I really want to die. Mr K. Fir then took my Garmin watch and luminous yellow Cape Storm jacket (which was tied around my waist and then told me he wants Gold and indicated a cheap silver ring I had on, I showed it to him as well as the opal angel around my neck and told him I only wore cheap jewelery – Mr K. Fir found this funny and actually laughed! He wanted to then take me hostage and insisted I go back over the mountain (across the burned veld) with him, rather than allow me to continue along the path. I kept telling him he had everything he could get from me and to let me go… Eventually he said a line in Portuguese and repeated it a couple of times, once again asking if I didn’t speak Portuguese… I just kept begging to go. Finally, Mr K. Fir let me go and he went straight over the mountain. My three dogs (normally yappy and happy little ankle-nipping rascists, who had in this instance, simply sat by, at a distance, and witnessed the whole ‘exchange’) and I headed off at a fast trot along the 4X4 track. I did not relax, but did not fall apart (yet) either. I decided to make a bee-line for the paved road rather than head for my car, isolated in the cul-de-sac (I was afraid he would try and hijack me, or take me hostage). As I came around the mountain and was trotting down the mountain, I suddenly noticed to my shock an horror, there was my attacker, Mr K. Fir heading through the veld in the same direction. We saw each other in the same instant. He then started running across the veld towards me and I started to run away… He was gaining on me and that’s when I started to scream and scream as if my life depended on it (which it may have). This was a more open and utilised part of the 4X4 track and I realised here someone could perhaps hear me. The attacker then threw a bundle wrapped in a black cloth into the veld as he approached me and kept telling me to shutup… This time I did not obey! He got to me and was clearly freaked out by my screaming, looking wildly around for signs of anyone coming to my rescue. He then (surprisingly lightly) punched my shoulder and spat “F_ck you!” as he turned tail and headed back up the 4X4 track into the mountain. Even then with relief, I thought… “no, Mr K. Fir, you DIDN’T!!!” I then ran with my dogs, as fast as I could, with my fat little middle-aged matronly doggy Chocdrop trailing behind. I kept beseeching her to hurry, but kept looking behind to make sure she was coming and that this time Mr K. Fir was not stalking us. I took the shortcut straight to the paved road. As I reached it a red car was approaching, I flagged it down and begged the driver to please drive me and my dogs to my car… Finally I did start cracking up! This good Samaritan let hysterical, stinky, sweaty me and three sand blasted dogs pile into his car. He stopped to take out a Tyre iron from his boot as some protection, and drove me to my car, where he made sure I got in and drove off safely…before I left, I had the presence of mind to ask him his name: THANKYOU LEON!!!! I always saw this track as my piece of peaceful paradise, on more than one occasion we have startled a deer, or mice and even a meerkat. In retrospect, I was UNLUCKY, in the wrong place at the wrong time – but even a day later, I realised how extremely LUCKY I was. I fear the next victim on this pristine mountainside, may not be as fortunate – let my story serve as a warning! I am deeply saddened that my piece of paradise has been lost… not just for me…

Panorama 4X4 track

Tagged: Africa, assault with a deadly weapon, attack, crime, Krugersdorp, Panorama 4X4 track, rape, Robert Broom, Tabitha Rohrs

Namaste!

Tabitha Rohrs — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 04:02:13 +0000

Okay…. so how does one write about the moment of one’s birth or rather rebirth… (but this is not a dunkin donut, happy-clappy-splashy, near drowning kind of event…). There was no forewarning, no cataclysmic apocalyptic, earth shattering, fire and brimstone monumental life-changing moment … just the acrid smell of veld that had been in a controlled burn recently and a crime that unfolded all too slowly and quietly! There were no thunderclaps, or lightening bolts, just the silence of total terror and dizzy hysteria, synaptic explosions of adrenalin and the rush of pulsing blood in my own eardrums, a rivulet of sweat snaking between taut shoulder blades …out there, on a perfect hillside, a peaceful piece of paradise, bathed in muted sunlight, on a warm winter’s day in the middle of July. Perhaps one should retell it through the eyes of the woolly wintesses, my three nonplussed furry 4-legged spectators: Beenitjie a township rescued terrier with huge paws and a huger heart, Chocdrop, a little pavemunt special found abused and abandoned with her son Biscuit, an aggressively fearful little ankle nipper… Yet besides them and my own subjective spine-tingling goosebumpy perspective, there remains one more angle… through the bloodshot, slanted, evil eyes of the rabid fearless wolf that attacked that day, and made me die …then be (re)born. Yes to look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you! AND YES, even if there is no one to bear witness, …that tree falling in a forest, does have a dead, resounding thump (however muffled)…

Tragically, being mugged at knifepoint, dragged off to be raped and threatened with death, is in truth, just another (un-extra-ordinary) day in Africa! It is not a unique story and is by no means more violent or horrific than what shatters normal lives every second of each day in sunny South Africa…VIVA and AMEN! We live the horrors and are the heroes, we are our own worst critics and best supporters. We report to apathetic badged and badgered ‘authorities’ and they sigh and shrug and wearlily say an insincere “Eish Sorry”… and then it’s over and it’s time to move on… Struggling for breath and trying to remember and in the next breath praying to forget, one moment high and dry in the hills …in the next heartbeat smothered and drowning in the valleys! But then against hope, beyond reason, rebirth and affirmation come, from the most unlikely of places, spaces and faces… From surviving ghost like in a concrete jungle, plodding one foot in front of the next, barely leaving footprints, hardly a sound attached to the plod, …muffled, muted and wondering whether there is anyone there to hear the falling trees, zapped by lightening and yet unseen, toppling in slow motion, in the jungle?!

Yet listen… softly… there is a crackling, a tiny spark of hope and life deep within. Tiny smoking embers slowly ignite, and so the deadwood and smouldering timbers become roaring flames and the Phoenix rises from the ashes! The tree that fell without a sound now roars to life!

It is not about simply surviving or even living to tell (or, god forbid, reliving) your story… it is about embracing and honouring the life force and divinity that resides within…it is about CREATING your story, not letting it create you. Truth?! It was something from within me, that saved me (no guardian angel, no knight in shining armour, no amulet or lucky charm). I looked evil and death right in the face, his face is one I will never forget… But through this experience, I REALIZED the power, and divinity, that resides within me! …AND, so it came to be, on that day, at that time, in that place, in MY shoes, faced with that horror …that Tabitha, ROARS!!!

I honour the divinity that resides within me

Tagged: about me, abyss, Birth, divinity, forest, growth, knife, mugging, Phoenix, rape, realization, rebirth, tree