About
I consider myself to be an Earthling. I've been blessed to have lived in many places on this blue-green world. I was born and raised in Perth and rural Western Australia, and lived in Melbourne and Sydney, and luckily travelled to far flung locations in that beautiful unique continent. Consequently I have a deep affinity for my homeland, the ancientness of its land, the flora and fauna and the zinging timeless space which it inhabits.
Working in airlines afforded me the great opportunity to travel the globe and I have lived in places as varied as outback Australia, Perth, Sydney, Melbourne, Amsterdam, New York, Cologne, Berlin, London, and Ibiza, and travelled to so many places I've lost count.
The world, its places, people and portent are an astonishing playground. I've also worked as a gardener, in music, as a latex sex-gear maker, in bars, pubs, restaurants, in event management, meditation and esoteric pursuits, in charity, in care, in social justice and equal rights, event hosting and am deeply interested in Sacred Geometry. I've had to deal with health issues most of my adult life. I've known love and loss, and been blessed with a long and loving relationship that ended physically, only through the transcendence of my beloved, to another plain of being.
Throughout it all, I've always had the need to write.
I originally came to be known by a nome-de-plume, Hunksten Proudfoot, in the early 2000's, in London.
Writing lyrics and experimenting with making music, I recorded an album or two and later had them released through Thirteen[rec], a small independent label started by my late partner.
Music fell away to a greater interest in the word itself, and combined with my innate need for, and often embarrassing and clumsy habit of always telling the truth or stating the obvious when most people would defer to a polite silence...
British slang has a term for "bullshit" or "lies" - ie "Pants".
My habit of saying it as it is, and being the go-to-person for the unedited truth led to others often saying
I had "No pants" ... a coin of phrase I found to be one of great affection and of which I "wear" proudly.
A new moniker was born, as my friends and loved ones called me " No Pants Petey ".
People tell me I have a very particular "spiritual" bent, although I loathe that term, and firmly disassociate myself from the New Age hoo-hah that is IMHO just yet another trap of consciousness programming, fundamentally no different from any other form of religious or cultural entrainment.
My writings are no doubt hugely affected by my experiences.
Samuel Clemens ( aka Mark Twain ) reputedly said to Jack London, that the only thing worth writing about was ones own experience.
That has always resonated with me.
Juliet Carter, author of Worldbridger and co-architect of the The Template Model of Transcendence, wrote
" That which you know is who you are" .
Consequently I realize that knowledge continues to deepen within oneself, and this is reflected in my writings.
What has been written is more or less a time-stamp of my ken, as and when it was penned.
Poetry has also become a means by which I work through my grief. By the time I was in my early 30's I'd lost most of my closest friends, and countless peers to HIV/AIDS. Others I lost to the scourge of unfettered substance abuse, and with that, love, lifestyle and material wealth.
But a six month period in 2017 saw the untimely loss of the love of my life, Kinan, after 15 blissful years together, followed by my Mother and 5 close friends, then finally, my beloved dog, Rufus.
You will find here a mixture of light-hearted, fun, dark and excruciatingly uncomfortable, beautiful, uplifting, intensely sad and exquisitely blissful writings on various themes, but I believe, always including love.
I am not a Rhodes scholar or formally trained, and write directly as the thoughts fall from mind to fingers.
I offer no apology. I seek not pity, nor approval. I only have a need to write.
With thanks,
NPP xx
Working in airlines afforded me the great opportunity to travel the globe and I have lived in places as varied as outback Australia, Perth, Sydney, Melbourne, Amsterdam, New York, Cologne, Berlin, London, and Ibiza, and travelled to so many places I've lost count.
The world, its places, people and portent are an astonishing playground. I've also worked as a gardener, in music, as a latex sex-gear maker, in bars, pubs, restaurants, in event management, meditation and esoteric pursuits, in charity, in care, in social justice and equal rights, event hosting and am deeply interested in Sacred Geometry. I've had to deal with health issues most of my adult life. I've known love and loss, and been blessed with a long and loving relationship that ended physically, only through the transcendence of my beloved, to another plain of being.
Throughout it all, I've always had the need to write.
I originally came to be known by a nome-de-plume, Hunksten Proudfoot, in the early 2000's, in London.
Writing lyrics and experimenting with making music, I recorded an album or two and later had them released through Thirteen[rec], a small independent label started by my late partner.
Music fell away to a greater interest in the word itself, and combined with my innate need for, and often embarrassing and clumsy habit of always telling the truth or stating the obvious when most people would defer to a polite silence...
British slang has a term for "bullshit" or "lies" - ie "Pants".
My habit of saying it as it is, and being the go-to-person for the unedited truth led to others often saying
I had "No pants" ... a coin of phrase I found to be one of great affection and of which I "wear" proudly.
A new moniker was born, as my friends and loved ones called me " No Pants Petey ".
People tell me I have a very particular "spiritual" bent, although I loathe that term, and firmly disassociate myself from the New Age hoo-hah that is IMHO just yet another trap of consciousness programming, fundamentally no different from any other form of religious or cultural entrainment.
My writings are no doubt hugely affected by my experiences.
Samuel Clemens ( aka Mark Twain ) reputedly said to Jack London, that the only thing worth writing about was ones own experience.
That has always resonated with me.
Juliet Carter, author of Worldbridger and co-architect of the The Template Model of Transcendence, wrote
" That which you know is who you are" .
Consequently I realize that knowledge continues to deepen within oneself, and this is reflected in my writings.
What has been written is more or less a time-stamp of my ken, as and when it was penned.
Poetry has also become a means by which I work through my grief. By the time I was in my early 30's I'd lost most of my closest friends, and countless peers to HIV/AIDS. Others I lost to the scourge of unfettered substance abuse, and with that, love, lifestyle and material wealth.
But a six month period in 2017 saw the untimely loss of the love of my life, Kinan, after 15 blissful years together, followed by my Mother and 5 close friends, then finally, my beloved dog, Rufus.
You will find here a mixture of light-hearted, fun, dark and excruciatingly uncomfortable, beautiful, uplifting, intensely sad and exquisitely blissful writings on various themes, but I believe, always including love.
I am not a Rhodes scholar or formally trained, and write directly as the thoughts fall from mind to fingers.
I offer no apology. I seek not pity, nor approval. I only have a need to write.
With thanks,
NPP xx
