A man can sleep around, no questions asked, but if a woman makes nineteen or twenty mistakes she's a tramp.
Joan RiversI was like, Am I gay? Am I straight? And I realized...I'm just slutty. Where's my parade?
Margaret ChoTags: sexuality gay pride tramp bisexuality cho minority-groups parade promiscuity
I tramp a perpetual journey.
Walt WhitmanTags: journey travel tramp perpetual
Last night, Good Friday night, at the bottom of the escalator at King’s X tube, a weasel-faced man in uniform was sweeping up rubbish with a wide broom, drink cartons, cigarette packets with all the dust and filthy scraps of the day which he pushed towards an elegant long black glove that was lying there. I expected him to pick it up as I would have – I thought of picking it up, but was too late. He smothered it in a wide sweep. It seemed to me extraordinary and shocking that he had no feeling for it. Several images went through my mind, a symbolic hand, a dead blackbird, an ornamental bookmark fallen from a lectern Bible – any once-precious relic being tumbled in the dirt. As I went up the escalator I remembered the Tatterdemallion whom I haven’t seen for months and thought of his body, if he were to die in the tube, being tumbled about with the rest of the thrown-away rubbish.” David Thomson, In Camden Town
David ThomsonTags: sadness loneliness symbolism tramp rubbish tube camden-town kings-cross tatterdemallion
He cut short my request for something to eat, snapping out, "I don't believe you want to work."
Now this was irrelevant. I hadn't said anything about work. The topic of conversation I had introduced was "food." In fact, I didn't want to work. I wanted to take the westbound overland that night.
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