Billie Gold
Bio
A human woman, apparently
Achievements (1)
Stories (26/0)
One Tequila, two Tequila, three Tequila floor.
Picture me where I woke up if you will. There's blood absolutely everywhere. I unstick one eye and assess my surroundings, I’m alone in my bed which is an excellent start, but I decide to check the living room for strangers later. There's shattered glass in the folds of my duvet and I am fairly certain I’m tasting a mixture of ethanol and stale nicotine in my mouth, which I have obviously failed to remove the glitter from.
By Billie Gold about a year ago in Confessions
Russian Paul
The following is a work of fiction, inspired by the very real unsolved death of my father, twenty years ago. This story has been written and rewritten many times but never on paper. This story contains untruths and truths, the likelihood of which is yours to decide.
By Billie Gold 2 years ago in Criminal
Thankful for the hustle
I’m not going to sugar-coat it, this year has felt like being microwaved in hell while listening to the bee gees on repeat with bad news being filtered in every six minutes by Janice from Friends. At the start of the year I was at the top of my game as a performer, ringing in the new year to uproarious laughter and singing, falling asleep with a crappy plastic crown on and feeling the most thankful I have ever felt in my entire life, so full of love and gratitude that it physically hurt.
By Billie Gold 2 years ago in Filthy
Morning Panic Goblins
Wake up, panic. That is a story I thought I was alone with for a really long time. Pinterest pages and inspirational memes are all very well and good for a lovely twee morning routine but what if you wake up every morning, with an instant adrenaline hit, the creeping panic and following wave of nausea, the dash to your phone to see if something awful has happened while you were asleep, or perhaps the meeting you forgot.
By Billie Gold 2 years ago in Motivation
30
I have come to the conclusion that I and everyone else has been drip fed the notion that everyone after 30 ceases to be beautiful and youthful. I can remember countless jokes on TV where the much older male character would be dismissive of any woman over 25, as if their use ended the day they had their next birthday. I've spent countless hours obsessing over turning thirty and why it was a terrible thing, and finally, I’ve decided that everything I know about ageing and beauty is complete bullshit, and here's why.
By Billie Gold 2 years ago in Motivation
Identity in fashion
In the UK shops are set to reopen on June 15th, and like a lot of us, I am desperate to piece myself back together, the urge to run to shops to buy fast fashion, hair dye, and buy the things that make me feel like me is strong. But then I started to think about how much of my identity is different, cue The Internal Shift.
By Billie Gold 2 years ago in Styled
White fragility
Over the past week, I have been closely looking at my community and the inherent offence that comes with it. Why are people in my community so desperate to prove that they were not a racist before this? Why are they so desperate to prove that they aren't one now? What do they do past posting inspirational quotes? Social media is practically buzzing with defensiveness, faces behind computer screens getting redder and redder, desperate to rid themselves of any guilt by sharing countless slogans, participating in #blackouttuesday, and weeping for the black community.
By Billie Gold 2 years ago in The Swamp
The Champions of Lockdown viewing
Choosing to binge watch a series is a big decision, what we are all basically doing is enjoying a shared delusion that we can control ourselves around our new “favourite thing in the world ever you HAVE to watch it, it will change your life” show.
By Billie Gold 2 years ago in Geeks
Lockdown's a Drag
“I need to go lay down in a dark room”, I said to my friend over eggs in March, Fingers rubbing my temples and peeling old eyelash glue off from the night before, a very faint line of makeup around my face from not being washed properly before collapsing into bed, still smelling like sweat and cheap perfume.
By Billie Gold 2 years ago in Viva
8 Secrets of a casino dealer
I skipped university in favour of earning a wage, as a young girl my mum would tell me about her career in casinos, and although it was far from the glamorous representation that James Bond would have you believe, I was always fascinated as to why she viewed it as the best days of her life and yet begged me not to go for it myself. One day and true to my petulant form I saw an ad in a local newspaper, (yes there were still paper ads rather than online ads even as recent as 2008), I called and was accepted into a training school which would ultimately change my life forever.
By Billie Gold 2 years ago in Journal
