Toni Le Busque's stories.

There’s a sign out of the front of a house in the road in Hawaii where I sit drawing this picture.
From where I sit you can’t see it, but it’s made of what looks a sheet of white corrugated tin.
The letters are in red sprayed paint.
The first word is FUCK, but the next word I’m not sure of and there might even be another word in there somewhere, and the last says QUEER.
The text is almost illegible, but the message is clear.
The QUEERS should FUCK off.

It’s a shame, for the gay/queer haters that the gays don’t come from somewhere else, like their own country, that the Gay isn’t a race of its own.
Then they could say -We don’t like your fag ways round here. Take ‘em back to Gayland, where you belong!
Like they say to Muslims.

Or like an English person once said to me when I knocked on his door and asked him for a piece of string to lead a dog home that I had found in the street.
‘No,’ he said, ‘I hate dogs,’
I looked down at this really small, scared dog that I was hanging on to by the collar and then I looked back up at the man and said-
‘But..but…how can you hate ALL dogs?’
And the man said to me-
‘Oh, why don’t you fuck off back to where you came from.’ and shut the door in my face.

Maybe he didn’t like my ‘string wanting’ ways.
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This is a pastel drawing.
Approximately A4
I’ve got a hardback black paper-filled book I bought years ago from Habitat and I’m filling it with drawings.