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Monday, February 4th, 2008
8:38 am - What you can do
You can help
Please take a moment to sign the petition to free Diz (aka Cat Le-Huy) from Jail in Dubai.

If you are able, please pass this on to anyone you know and post it anywhere you can. Thank you all so much.

for updates, see the lj of _yungfuktoi_

Such a horrible situation! *cry*

current mood: sad

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Thursday, January 31st, 2008
4:19 pm
UK people, you're probably well aware of this. As for everyone else.... This is taken from the LJ of Mildred (_yungfuktoi_) wrote. Diz (her partner) is a brilliant guy and it make me sick that countries can do this to completely innocent people.


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So here is what is happening with Diz, my partner.

I waited to go public with this because I wanted to preserve his privacy, and thank you for understanding the cryptic nature of my communication lately.

On Saturday morning Diz flew into Dubai airport and was detained at immigration. We kind of knew he would be profiled because he has long hair and looks oriental (they are very racist against Asians in Dubai, and ultra-conservative). He knew the score going in: prescription drugs are illegal, dress conservatively and detox for a week (even trace amounts of either illegal or prescription drugs in the urine are prosecuted as 'drug smuggling'. I'm not joking).

They found melatonin on him, which he bought over the counter in the US. Legally, you can even buy it over the counter in Dubai.

They arrested him, anyway.

He was strip searched, forced to do a urine test and thrown in jail. In their search they dug into the bottom of his bag and came up with a few fragments of dirt, which they allege is hashish, which is totally outrageous. They also claimed that the melatonin was actually drugs, which was equally, clearly absurd.

The sentence if convicted is a blanket four years, with a minimum of six months in prison in one of Dubai's squalid, third world facilities.

After detaining him for three days, the melatonin was determined to be just that, and his urine was clear. Now they've asked for a seven day extension to test the dirt, and we trust that he will be on his way home after that.

They've been psychologically abusing all of us. One minute we're told they'll let him go as soon as they test the pills, the next we're told they are going through and pressing charges against him. Taking care of his affairs and keeping all of his close friends and relations, spanning four continents, up to date has been a full time job. Nadya, myself and Scott (his friend in Dubai: read his account here) have been working around the clock, ready to wage a campaign for his freedom in the event that he is charged. Scotty and Nadya are both pretty much fucking angels.

I spoke to him for the first time today. He rang me and answered my greeting with "Hello from the Dubai tourism board!", so rest assure he is in good spirits and taking all of this very well.

What can you do?

He wants your emails and letters. He's bored as hell. Send them to me at mildredvon at yahoo dot come and I'll make sure they get to him. He hasn't been charged with anything as yet, so there's not much we can do but wait.

In the event they decide to prosecute him we will wage a campaign for his release and we will need all the help we can get for it, but we're keeping our fingers crossed for an acquittal and apology over the next seven days.

Obviously, we're preparing for the worst. We have no guarantee they're not going to sentence him, and they've been threatening us with this possibility every time the consulate tells us things are going well. We've begun the task of taking care of his affairs in London in case they hold him more than the ten days. Things could always be a lot worse, and he's being treated well and has so much love and support from all of you guys.

The moral of this story is, no one is safe: If you go to Dubai, you are guilty until proven innocent under their unique little brand of sharia-lite laws. DO NOT be fooled by their campaign of hearts and minds and their self appointed branding as some sort of open-minded oasis in the Middle East. Diz is not alone: he is actually in the company of many other hapless victims who were singled out to make an example of. Do not think this could not happen to you. His story needs to get out so this does not happen to anyone else.

This is the message we need to get across: Dubai is not a safe tourist destination for Westerners.
Do your own research, and here are just a few links to get you started:

Woman hospitalized in Dubai and given painkillers, arrested at airport for it
Briton held in Dubai for painkillers in system
Canadian anti-drug agent arrested for...drugs
15 year old tourist accused of homosexual acts after being gang raped

current mood: shocked

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Saturday, January 19th, 2008
7:29 am
It smells so GOOD here! Still ok UK no, +447794905942. Bump me a txt if you wanna catch up anytime in the next 10 days!

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Saturday, November 3rd, 2007
9:15 pm
OMFG!!!! SEWING MACHINE!!!!

current mood: ecstatic

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Saturday, October 21st, 2006
5:13 am - A Breakfast Orange
Cup of pumpkin soup
Slice of carrot cake
Glass of mango/ orange juice

current mood: cheerful

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Sunday, October 15th, 2006
6:37 pm - Games
Found this online today. Topic of such things - ie: "childhood games or things which occur that later on influence 'alternative' sexuality", is something that has always interested me.
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Date: 12 Nov 99

In the North of England in the period 1950-1955, I remember playing a tight waist game which we called "Spindle". It was similar to the TTT in Dupick's prose. It was played only when there were no grown-ups watching. It carried a sort of prohibition, as if we ought not to have played it, but no one ever explained why that was. Just that it was "our thing" and grown-ups were not to be told. I have a memory of its being played in a barn or other outbuilding, never in the main house or outdoors.

One member of the group was selected by a method I can't remember but it was something like drawing lots. Whoever drew the flat stone or the black pebble or the short straw was the "winner". That child then had a hand towel wrapped around the torso, not bunched up but flat as if like a geisha wrap. Then a length of clothes line was taken twice around the waist and two teams pulled on the ends so that it tightened. When the "winner" could take no more tightening, the rope was taken round and round the child until it could be tied. The "winner" was then expected to hold the pressure for a certain time - I don't recall how long but it could have been whilst another game was played. The rest of the group were allowed to feel the tight waist and hold the "winner".

The child who could sustain the tightest waist and the longest pressure was held in high esteem. That child was the Spindle of the group. The Spindle could request tightening whenever she or he wished, and it was done.

I remember watching fascinated as a child of 5 or 7 whilst someone's waist was crushed to a tiny proportion by the tightening rope. And then the winding of the rest of the rope produced a sort of stem. Although I was too young to understand erotic sensations, I found it exciting and wished it to be me, but I was never the winner.

One particular girl of about 7 years, named Heather, was the Spindle for many weeks and maybe months. She had her waist tightened regularly to no more that her throat. She expressed the sensation when tightened of being numb around her pelvic region and down her thighs. Just once she could not stand when tightened because the pressure had robbed her of muscular control. On that occasion, as she lay on the ground wincing with the pressure, she could not help emptying her bladder. We were fascinated and agreed that she was undoubtedly the best Spindle in the world, because she could sustain so much pressure. I loved her and wanted nothing more than to hold her waist for hours on end, and run my hands over her shape. I have wondered since if my present fascination with tight lacing and figure control is linked with those early experiences. I wonder if anyone else in England remembers such a game. By the age of 10, say, one was regarded as too old to play it.

current mood: curious

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Saturday, September 30th, 2006
8:09 pm - Most interesting thing in ages
http://www.oncotton.co.uk/peter/index/index2.html

current mood: full

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Monday, August 28th, 2006
7:09 pm - Never know what you might learn.
Like most people out there, I've become very fond of Wikipedia. You can discover all kinds of things. So when given this link today http://tools.wikimedia.de/%7Eleon/stats/wikicharts/index.php?ns=articles&limit=100&month=08%2F2006&wiki=enwiki - top 100 most searched for sites, who wouldn't check it out.

And who wouldn't click 'sex positions' at No. 8 (I expected it to be a lot earlier actually).

For some of us who think they've heard some strange shit but had unanswered questions - like "I wonder what kind of freaky sex circus people have?"

"Mongolian Ladder – Three or more individuals perform oral copulation balanced upon each others' shoulders. The person standing on the ground forms the base of the ladder, the second participant sits on the shoulders of the first permitting oral genital contact, and so on. The maximum height of the ladder is determined by the strength of the participants."

I think my wandering mind has finally been put to rest. I pictured a monkey and a small dog - right there at the top. *horror*

current mood: shocked

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Monday, May 29th, 2006
8:04 pm - I'M IN!!!
So I've made it to the next round.

43 other people to throw my outfit up against . . . But which one to present . . . *gnaws lip*

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Sunday, November 16th, 2003
2:10 pm - Sunbasking
I'm and smiling and squirming under the warmth of sun. Only thing is, I'm nowhere near the sun and this warmth comes totally from within. I think I'm about embark on a huge psychological road-trip and the very thought of it is making me quiver with delight.

I am giddy. I am shivery. I am standing here feeling as if a veil of enlightenment has been lifted from my eyes. I want to swandive off cliffs and suck the entire world into my being.

But instead I am just laying here, totally unable to move. This new thing is a vortex, an insane tornado of passion.

This new thing is just like me.

current mood: amplified calamity

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Friday, November 14th, 2003
2:35 pm - sing me to sleep
Yesterday was the biggest day of my life. How do you say that - how do you tell people how much all of this means, the hard work, the effort, the mental energy. Quite simply, you can't. You can't thank everyone enough, you can't work hard enough. But when you're standing at the back of an auditorium - and you see two years worth of hard work, on stage for 5 minutes and 50 seconds (that seem like 30 seconds) and you hear the audience gasp and the sheer brilliance of your work . . . 500 people with 500 pairs of eyes and the sounds. I'm never going to forget the sound they made when my beautiful little dancer became that column of UV whiteness. I've never seen anything glow so much, I've never felt so proud of my work, and I never could have believed a dream could come true so much.

on the flip side. I havn't slept hardly yet, I need to apologise to the poor girl who was the recipient of my nails digging in, My friends are very cool, making me a mobile of GOATIES! I need to relax, but I can't stop my brain.

All I am seeing is the UV lights, hearing my song, and holding onto that feeling of total artistic release.

Can . .. can I have some drugs now? ?*blink blink*

current mood: head-fucked-happy-ehhhhh?

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Wednesday, November 12th, 2003
8:44 am - Oh What To Do!
Give me money - Give me sex - Give me food and eh. . . I don't smoke.

Hrm anyway!! Zie count down has begun!!! This time on Friday, It will all be over! (And I'll be back unloading trucks again at uni :P)

But, low down of the next twentyfour hours. . . Daddy flies in from Indonesia today. I go to a hair dressers appointment (kill the hairdresser!), add buckles to costumes, photocopy papers, wash costumes, organise makeup for 50 performers, load trucks at 4pm, sew hooks and eyes, and shoulder straps on a tutu. Pack everything, work out what I'm wearing, double check everything I've packed and get everythingelse I've missed, run about and flap my arms and squeal . . .

Then Thursday!! No. I'm tired just thinking about Thursday. BUT HOW FUCKING EXCITING!!!! I think I'll go practice my 'running about and flapping my arms squealing' part of the list of 'jobs to do'. HE HE!!!!

*WHIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii . .. . . * *pant* >:P

current mood: Nervous Excitement

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Wednesday, November 5th, 2003
11:46 pm - Children
I like Children. Sometimes they make me feel very good. Like today - I was sad . . . Walking down the street. And this little kid spies me from it's stroller and points shamelessly saying, "I like that Mummy!" *grins* I've got -that- status. Cooooolllll.

Yoga was yummy tonight, I managed to get rid of my frown in about 10 minutes. I have been up since 4am though I don't feel exhausted yet like I usually do. I believe my medicated dose of drinking and dancing on Monday night has done me the world of good.

And for tomorrow, costumes to make, an Arts Center to Visit and a First Dress Rehersal to complete. I can't wait to see my little ballerina dance again, it makes me want to cry when I realise my dream is coming true!

current mood: accomplished

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Sunday, October 26th, 2003
8:18 pm - A Ponie called Rosie
I have a ponie. It all started out when i decided to drive to Warragul at 5 o'clock in the morning. Oh dear - I should start at the beginning lest my eyes twitch more and my brain demand kitten naps.

I went out on Friday night to clear my head and dance some lovely tunes on pretty lights etc. My head hurt and I didn't even bother to change my makeup from a photoshoot that day. So I dance and be friendly - going home I get food at a shop and then decided I don't want to go to bed but instead to drive to the country. I arrive to my mumma's at 6:30am and she is getting ready to go to a show, in Bendigo! How wonderful, says I. Shall I come? Oh yes yes yes. So we then drive 3 hours to Bendigo and see ooinkies of all shapes and sizes. And goaties! And ponies, so many lovely ponies. "Mum . . . please please can I have a ponie??" But she says no :(

So then I went shopping and a-wander through the beautiful parks of Bendigo. We went out to dinner that night, such nice soup and such awful awful service and then blessed be sleep and I finally got to take off my makeup which lasted about 32 hours or something. But the next day we came back to Melbourne, driving down St Kilda road with a champian Berkshire and champian Large Black piggy being a large spectical. And before attending a rehersal I took my mother to see Chapel St Bazarre which was fun and I found there a ponie!! A Black ponie with a white mane and tail and so mumma said that I could have that ponie and I have named her Rosemary, though Rosie for short.

So after a rehersal and exciting poniness, we went back to Warragul and then I drove back to Melbourne again. And now I am tired - I am finally ready to sleep like I should have been on Saturday morning. But as they always does say - better late than never!

*double blink* just one thing .. . where did my weekend go?

current mood: delirious

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Monday, October 20th, 2003
4:30 pm - Speech
I've been hearing some fantastic statements recently.

1. Upon giving a birthday present to a close friend she exclaimed as the opened it 'oh my god! The Doll House! Comic-gasm!'

2. "You're not a slut - you're just sexually liberated." Which started off a whole new acronym session - SLUT * Sexually Liberated Uninhibited Troilism* - note: am welcome for any additions/or changes people would feel appropraite to that.

Hrm . . . Now I've forgotten the others.

current mood: twitchy

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Thursday, October 9th, 2003
3:05 pm - Cold Days
There are days when one feels cold. Emotionally, physically. Perhaps even the physical cold can bring on the emotional, I ask myself.

I eat soup to try and cheer myself up, sharing good conversation and lovely sights. I've realised I don't tend to sit still very much and I question this . . . Last night I described my life to someone as follows;

"Imagine, a rabbit. A little bunny, crouching quietly, all ears, eyes, whiskers. Every sense alert. This little rabbit darts it's eyes about, squatting close to the ground. It's meant to be eating the frost covered grass, juicy and sweet in the early hours of the morn. But as the sun begins to peek over the horizon line, it sees the grass no more, but instead stares with wide eyes at the glow. This golden morning is beautiful, but the rabbit fears past the beauty, wondering when the looming, screaming shadows of men with dogs will come thundering over the horizon, shattering her glorious world. Every muscle, every blink of her eyes she is straining to hear the sound so she can run. Flee the life she so loves and appreciates, yet is consumed with the utter terror of hidden destruction this life will potentially bring."

I wonder what other people see my rabbit as. My little white rabbit in a field of crisp grasses. In the last 24 hours I've been told a number of things by my friends.

1. I have dark and very fucked up fantasies about you.
2. You should nappy-san your shirt.
3. You're not slow, but you have your blond moments.

I think I need to study philsophy at some stage in my life.

I wasn't expecting my day to bring me anything nice. It was cold, I got caught in my second rain shower in the last 24 hours (last night it was a hail storm which I actually enjoyed until I realise how cold it was!)

But as I came out of my doctors appointment to catch a tram, the gods did smile upon me, sitting a lovely boi dressed in a velvet jacket for me to muse over whilst waiting for the tram. I wanted to talk to him, but instead I bit my tongue. I wanted to run my eyes all over him, but instead I stared at the ground. I wanted to curl my fingers into his hands, but instead I dug my nails into my palms. I wanted to turn my head, look him in the eye and ask him if he'd join me for coffee. But I didn't, couldn't, wouldn't. I just pulled the cord on the tram and walked home; wondering what my life all means.

Sometimes I think nobody loves me, least of all strangers. Sometimes I know it's silly - and sometimes I realise it's true.

current mood: listless

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Sunday, October 5th, 2003
10:44 am
Rain Hail or Shine - We're having a picnic! I'll see u there people!

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9:22 am - PICNIC
aGHGH!! I don't know! Will the weather hold for a picnic? Do we even care if it dosen't? Advice please people!

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Saturday, October 4th, 2003
12:37 pm - Online quizzies
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You are Lilith. Only a stake or sun will kill the
beast, for on a victims blood you will feast.


Which Living Dead Doll Are You?
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What can I say . . . You win some - you loose most!
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You are LuLu the least evil of all of them. Your
just evil enough to not be an angel.


Which Evil Girl Are You?
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But I so don't rollerskate or have pink hair *looks bemused*

current mood: happy

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Friday, October 3rd, 2003
8:43 pm - Girls
The essence of being a girl is learning how to keep your legs shut. It's ingrained in you from when you're very young. Don't flash your knickers, don't spread your legs when you sit down like boys do and if you do, you soon learn it can be chilly.

I got offered a space today as a core member of a puppetry studio. It breaks my heart because it's the kind of opportunity that I wonder if I'm doing a silly thing by refusing and moving overseas. So I am proceeding to dissolve my sad questionings in a large bag of honey soy chippies . . . bleh to you all, it's Friday night!

Went to see the League of Extraordinary Gentleman last night with a group of friends and my housemates. As soon as I saw the character of Dorian - I thought 'ohh!! He would be the one for me *swoon*' half way through the movie when he turned bad, I further conceded that I have the WORST taste in men! Even in a movie I can't get it right!

*laughs to self*

current mood: calm

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