Pussy Rights # 2

Yes I have been telling you this before. 

I have been hugely very busy after reception in ministry. 

I have also said sorry for this. 

I have been hugely very busy i have cancelled psycholotrist, i have cancelled writing on this freedom and liberating blogging of Veronica Ludmila.

Now I tell what happened at reception of ministry.

Many young civil servants write on banners for reception.

They r writing like: enough is enough. Do not accept anymore. 

They write with red, blue, green and black colors. 

They r printing many pamphlets.

They r printing so many leaflets. 

They bring them in boxes and boxes. 

They work very hectic and walk up and down n up and down aisle in ministry.

The minister enters, claps hands, welcome welcome everyone. 

Welcome to our little party.

As i have said before, i am invited as representative of prostitutes of world united of peace and friendship.

Minister is saying: women (well, only women of color - the white women r white enough, but we dont say this, we know this, as fact.  OK so minister does nt say this, but this is what Veronica Ludmila hears)

of the world must unite. The revolution must begin.

Minister is now on top of chair saying words. 

Everyone is clapping into their hands very hard, and smiling very much.

 Afterwards they will lick back and say what minister wants to hear.

I hope minister knows this or minister will be very stupid.

I hope minister knows this or empire will collapse.

All empire collapse coz of blindness and inflatedness like gas in a balloon.

All empires collapse coz of selfindulgence and no openess towards others.

Now i will sleep. 

Untill morning i am still ur

favorite Ukranian prostitute.

Good nite n  good luck.

Pussy Rights

Sorry. I am very sorry.

 I did not writing on this blogging of Freedom of Expression and Liberation of Veronica Ludmila for almost the week.

I am here.

I am writing to tell I was being busy of reception in Ministry of Freedom, Equality, Whiteness and Welfare in this country of residence.

I was invited, minister Lady Macbeth of Economy as well as Darkwing Duke of ministry of Ecological Issues and Reinvention of Capitalist System.

I am being invited as representative prostitute united of the world of peace and friendship.

So I go happy to happy balloon festival in ministry with minister of equality (i am making the joke) and other ministers (the r sometimes the joking).

I go to ministry. 

We are hanging our coats. 

I see sign with writing on coat hanger:

For Ministers and their coats.

I am doing the laughing.

I will be doing the sleeping after hard times of work. Then I return with more stories to tell from balloon festival in ministry, discussion of pussy rights and not to forget: to tell the story of a man telling the story of a woman in the gym.

Good nite and good luck.
Until then I am still ur favorite Ukranian prostitute.

50 Shades of Reality

Why is, that when i write porno, i have many more hits on this liberating n Veronica Ludmila Freedom  blogging?

Why it is so interesting, and have big life here on internet? 

Why porno can to be from changing in 1960s Western countries of ideas of free love and one humanity (mir y druzba - u know peace n friendship in sexual relations of world united), to become oligarchy of money on internet and shady world?

Maybe people like to be voyagers (it is French expression) in other peoples sex?

In former Communism times we didnt talk about sex, we read books from Germany Democratic Republic. My mother telling she hiding books under covers and reading in secret with small lamp to know about the bodies.

Before wall we live in a grey world and after wall we have different shades of grey.

Drive on highway to Warszawa on cold autumn day with rain on ur windshield and u see many women working as slaves for money. Big trucks stop. and they look into new mans face. They must trust their instinct, just from one look. I like I dont like. every day life depend on one look into mans face. Sometimes ur stomach is hungry.

It is cold and it is raining.

U hope truck thats stops has a good face.

And building high buildings, a man can to be fall down. 

A man who organize workers in supermarket, which now has full shelves of many things and brands on cheese and milk and shampoo, instead of one, can to be fired. 

So wages can to be very low.

So who is prostituting who in 50 shades of reality?

U can write ur comment below.

Good nite and good luck.

Chewing the gum

I get email from Suda, my friend from Thailand, as u know working here as au pair. When she get pregnant with Western person, she fly back to Thailand.

I tell u this before, if u r reading this blogging.

So I follw pregnant Suda, with belly like, how to say in English, hippopotamus, to the airport.

 Two police-men follow Suda, of coz they r asking to see papers if I have.

I chew gum. I look at them, and give papers.

They look and give back the papers.

Yes, I have the papers. 

I have some papers, the papers that make them happy. 

True or false, who cares?

I am here and am I ur favorite Ukrainian prostitute.

I see Suda in the airport is tired and afraid. Suda is very small and skinny, except for big belly, she is shaking with frightening.

I carry Suda in my arms. She start crying. I put Suda into my shirt pocket, and comfort Suda like small baby. I buy her food, i buy her chocolate for the trip, i buy her blanket and everything for the baby.

Suda, I say, everything will be allright. 

U will be famous and marry rich person in ur country and next yr, we r celebrating with u, small beautiful child and me, on beach in Thailand. 

We have the wine and the sunset. We laugh and small baby fall asleep in our arms.

We both know it is joke. It is like joking and therefore we start to cry.

Suda wave to me from gate.

Today I get email from Suda. 

She is now selling chewing gum in street, her baby is with her everyday.

She write baby is very beautiful, and her chewinggum has flavor of oranges and lime.

Next year, she will buy a bigger wagon, selling more of the chicle and the year after she will buy a restaurant. 

Then we both smile. Instead of crying.

Inside Veronica Ludmila

Hello & Good Evening.

Now i getting many questions of me. Many people ask who is the Veronica Ludmila?

Some people are thinking:

1) Veronica Ludmila is not woman but unhappy man with no much hair and no color in hair working in municipality, customer of me, writing about me.

2) Veronica Ludmila is only imagining of propaganda of ministry of equality (which ministry? I am making the joke) to the enhancing of peace and friendship of prostitutes of the world united.

3) Veronica Ludmila is can to be idea of google translate commercial capitalism.

4) Veronica Ludmila is aquarium? (I do not understand thinking of this person. Maybe he is making the joke?)

Now I need to be having breakfast. When I come back from work I will tell end story of the man telling story of the woman in the gym.

So good nite to u and good luck.

Ur favorite Ukranian prostitute

OK. After visit to psycholotrist yesterday I am in bad mood.

I come to think: 

Think trouble. You get problems.

Think sunshine u get happiness.

So 

mother of 8 childrens, with husband who treats her like Nazi to get stiff dick, was thinking trouble and got problems. 

People dying alone in African desert didnt think enough sunshine, and got troubles.

Veronica Ludmila, ur favorite Ukrainian prostitute, is thinking this way:

Poverty never makes persons strong.

Gadget-woman

I just came home from visit to my psycholotrist. She is telling me to start the blogging. It is good for u, Veronica Ludmila. Makes u stronger everyday, telling of ur life, sorrows, experience. 

So today I am telling her, blogging is big success, I am Tolstoi, I am Cervantes. My writing has rythms like the Mayakowski. She is looking at me. 

I am telling her, my blogging, everyday has more than 500.000 hits, since beginning of this blogging. I am more famous than Putin and his KGB ass.

She is looking at me, behind glasses, u know like not much smile or emoticons. I am telling her I am making the joke.

Why do u need to making the joke Veronica Ludmila?

Maybe u r famous because u use word like favorite Ukranian prostitute, which attract people? and not the u, of Veronica Ludmila. Have u thoughts of why u have so many hits?

I am doing the thinking and biting lips.

Ok, so telling the jokes can be like the dancing. 

Sometimes the joking is like dancing pole dancing, u doing it smooth and soft, and attract people, and they dont know u r making the joke, othertimes, u just making the jokes like dancer in park, like hippies in the American Central Park, and all people r laughing feeling happiness.

Psycholotrist is still looking at me. There is silence.

Ok. And sometimes humor can be ur, how to say, armour. To protect, to keep other people away, like water on a goose.

Is that what we r doing now Veronica Ludmila? Keeping the distance from each other?

I keep silent first.  Then I tell her: No.

I am telling u the blogging is good and I am very famous person. I am now everybodys favorite Ukranian prostitute.

Ur blogging has nothing to do with prostitution Veronica Ludmila. 

This is words of psycholotrist.

It is the u creating the space. Psycholotrist is now shifting position in the seat, placing her one leg crossing the other. I think ur problem, Veronica Ludmila, is u want to be Gadget-woman. U want to do good in the world. Saving all the people.

I laugh. Psycholotrist is now making the joke.

I leave. I hug her and say: Good nite, and she saying: good luck.

Now I am tired. I was supposed to write about the story of the man telling the story of a woman in the gym. But I continue tomorrow. Now I am doing the sleeping.

So now I tell story of a man telling a story of a women in a gym.

The woman in a gym. This is the story.

She is not slim, she is very, how to say, very fat. Very extremely fat.

As to say, she was not always fat. When younger she was slim, but from sitting down all day reading papers she became hugely fat.

Everyday she read papers and she tell people, no u cannot have pension, This is not toy shop, where u go point and chose.

U must show us u r really sick and dying person.

U must take medicine, u must show u take pills and not become depressed. If u taking pills and still depressed and if u become dead, then we can give u pension.

It is no good, if u just try with medicine, u must really eat it.

Sometime she tells people u have adipositas, u r fat person, u must losing weight. U r too fat for a pension.

And lawyer woman never had any childrens, she had very nice chairs instead, where she place her ass that gets fatter and fatter. Her chairs r hugely expensive, and she spends money on design chairs and not childrens.

Its nice.

Life is good.

And to person coming from jail, I think Iraq or Afghanistan, maybe crazy Syrian prison, where they are banging on mans head for many hours. She tell her stupid colleagues:

I am tired of ur softness, this is not a toy shop. Like a place where people can have everything they want.

Sick people must eating medicine, and if they r stressed, they have pill for this too. Or no pension.

Woman come from very nice family, they have hugely chandeliers in ceiling, like glimpse of diamond.

Woman once she was a young girl, she loved painting and writing, and her mother under the chandelier, glimpsing like the diamond, tell her no.

No, never.

Life is not a toy shop and u cant have everything u want.

U go study something useful, not stupid dreams.

So woman kill this dream and everyday became hugely fat.

This is not the end of story of woman. Tomorrow I tell rest of story. Its a free country and u can read if u want.

Good nite and good luck.

I will now start telling about my life. Many strange things happen to me here in Western countries.

Today I meet with customer. He is a nice man, he works in municipality, he is kind of social worker and gives much money all the time to people from East. People like me.

(I make joke. Ha hahaha).

Anyway, so social worker man is very tired and sad man. He is always shaking head, and afterwards he sit with head buried in hands.

He wants to be talking.

Which means I listen. So I listen and afterwards I talk.

He tells me this story:

He goes to gym. He goes to gym to be working out. There he meets with a colleague from municipality. The colleague is, what do u say, like a advokat, like a lawyer and reads peoples papers. Papers that ask for pension and help from municipality.

Some people are sick, and some people would like to be sick.

At first I think, liking to be sick, is Western priviledge, but no. I tell u, it exists in every places.

Every places where people cant find, what do u call it, justice.

So illness in body becomes sign to the world, injustice is truth.
U can see injustice in my body. Its a mark on my body. A sign I dont want to go away. I look for proof of injustice everywhere, and everyday injustice in my body tell me, I am right.

But now I dont listen, I talk, I will go back to story.
It is a very strange story, I tell u, and so tomorrow, I will continue telling about a man telling story of a woman in gym.

Good nite and good luck.

 I have a customer today. He talks and talks and talks, and give me big headache. Very Big Head-Ache. 

I try Tylenol, I try Panodils, I still have a head-ache. He talks about stocks going up and going down, up and down and up and down and now, all the time down. 

He is now not only poor man. He is a poor man with a big heart-ache. He gives me head-ache.

I tell him:  Little man, this is a sign. God is fucking your capitalism in the ass.

Then he keep quiet.

Good nite and good luck.

Today I visit my friend Suda, from Thailand, she working here as au pair, in rich peoples houses. 

She get pregnant, waiting child and she tell boss.  

He say, u cant have child, u go back to Thailand. I am not social office. 

Wife of the house says, Suda, we have the rules, u must follow rules, everybody follows rules. In China, in Russia, in European Union, in Amerika, everybody must follow the ruling.

I bring candy for Suda and clothes for the small baby.

Boss ask me if I can come and work as Suda, I tell him no.

He says: u want to go to Ukraina and work in coal mine.

I say:

U think I am private Ukranian prostitute? 

Then I leave.

Good nite and good luck

Introduction of me

Let me introduce myself:

I am your favorite Ukrainian prostitute.

My name is Veronica Ludmila. Also I have the names of: Lulu, Lola, Milla, Vera, Paloma.

I stand 1 82 m tall, hair blonde, sometimes in black. Sometimes long, sometimes short.

I am like cross roads of Europe: half Ukrainian, half-Russian, half-Polish.

I believe poetry can be a big strong bitch, but is being treating like whore in this world.

Good nite and good luck.