Hashtag Tattoo: The Explanation

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INKED: A Hashtag Tattoo

So many people ask me why I have a hashtag tattoo.  I ask them back why they wear so much eyeliner or why they have pants that are way too tight.. or why they insist on coloring their hair in a soft pastel grey, wear a cowboy hat, wear paisley and stripes together.. or why they don’t wear a bra for to support their buxom melons… (especially men)…

I ask them why they still wear blue eyeshadow at the age of 50, active wear to sit on the couch, their pants so low that I can see their undies or why they may think I have a hashtag tattoo.  (I don’t really ask.. I instead roll my eyes at them and all the asking occurs in my head)

We should all do what we want when it comes to the accessories of life….  My thing is a hastag tattoo.

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Critics to fashion can only be matched by critics to a lifestyle or quirky behavior.

Some people wonder why I blog about ridiculous things.. I ask them why they blog about normal things,  swear, jog, look at their phones half their lives, are mean or nasty, read erotica, ride scooters in suits, sing out loud despite their terrible voices, have an affair, kiss their cat, drive a jeep in the city, or talk with an accent when they don’t really have one.. (once again.. eye roll.. voices in my head)

What I love about age is you love the insane.  You appreciate the crazy or at least respect them enough to be a little crazy and you develop an understanding for those who do wrong but please note.. I don”t really care what they are wearing or doing as long as they are happy….  As long as they aren’t hurting anyone.. but if someone should ask me why I do what I do I can easily react just as inappropriately as they do.

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As an eighteen year old I remember clearly laughing with my friends at the man who was on the dancefloor alone. Dancing ALONE on the empty floor!! (For those of you who don’t know what alone means that means solo.. without a friend or relative or even stranger in the vicinity)

OMG we would think he was an absolute loon but it was back in the day were OMG was actually full words…  Who would do that seriously?? He never knew we laughed at him, it wasn’t that we were pointing a giggling.. It was a private joke.  He was an enigma to us and would have been so old.. at least 25…

Now all those years on, I have the Guru by my side… he loves to dance. Loves it and believes he “invented” many moves that have been ripped off by others….

Should I not want to head out on the floor with him, he goes it alone.  I love him for it.  He goes crazy and I’m certain he is in the zone of being free and young and embracing the energy that dance gives him.  I understand now that it takes guts to dance alone.  You would have to be super brave to be out there for the scrutiny of young or undeveloped minds like mine once was or be so free in your mind that you would just not care.  He never questions my hashtag tattoo.

If you loved doing something, anything, why should it matter what anyone else thinks?  (Except if harming another through words or violence is something you love. Don’t freaking do that.. )

I have to admit, other than couple dancing, these days I have to be a bit drunk to bust a groove… terrible I know but I have no desire to dance at all except with Bronzy in the lounge and this is to encourage him to keep fit….

Aside from my hashtag tattoo, I have an @ on my left fingertip also…  I figure at least my tattoos will be useful.  Blogging and being semi famous can be exhausting so having these symbols inked on me save me time…. I can hold up my finger or hand and say nothing, they’ll know where to find me on social channels by doing this….

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Unlike the unknown Dippy, I mean Dappy…who got a hashtag tattoo on his face.. (that is just silly DipDap) so he will always stay on trend even though he has never been on trend I got mine have an actual useful purpose.

I really don’t care what anyone thinks of me which is what age has taught me and in my times of doubt and with a son to set an example for I try to be fearless and carefree.  When he asks why there is a lady wearing a red riding hood cape or blue eyeshadow, super tight pants, a pirate..(a guy with an unrequired eye patch)  or why that guy has pink hair, pastel hair or my ultimate favorite two eccentrics I have ever seen… I tell him it’s because they learned to be brave early and found who they were sooner than most.

And then he put this on his head…..

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He loved wearing that jug… I was so proud of my little man for being fearless enough to appreciate that red looks great on him even if it’s a cheap plastic and innovative enough to think of using it as a hat and that he could run into the walls and it was just like a helmet…. My child.. so proud..

It is a changing world and I like to keep up to date with changes to social media, thus why I’m trialling the Periscope hearts you can see on the top pic…

So with his dad dancing alone and me with my symbols over me  he should be set to be ridiculous or crave to be normal…

All I can say is Hashtag what an awesome life….

What is your strange yet awesome accessory or habit? Scroll scroll down to tell me…. xo

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Looks Matter: So Stop Looking

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Appearance is everything……

The story of the girl I saw with the pink and blue hair…  a green tartan skirt with holey black stockings.   Purple shirt with a red vest.  Absolutely owning her look.  Big false lashes and a baby doll face.  Bright red lips and a hole in her ear as big as a five cent piece.  Chunky boots that carried an aura to be envious of…..

YET slowly her shoulders slouched as eyes scanned her……. 😥 Their looks judged her as their eyes scanned her with their burning questions to themselves in their empty skulls of why would you choose to wear that, be a little different….????

I heard a guy say to his partner…”Someone should tell her she looks like a freak.”

I hovered ready to pounce if anyone did.

Who cares what anyone looks like as long as they are Just Being Freaking Nice….OK..!

He may have looked ‘normal’ (oh so boring) but to me he was the freak believing that his opinion mattered.

She is not carrying a knife, a gun or a swearing profanities.  She patted a child’s head as she walked past and smiled at the little urchin who probably thought she was a life sized doll.

If she didn’t care about his shallow, sheltered, one dimensional personality then why should he care about how she looks  for the fleeting moment he has seen her. They will most likely never cross paths again so back off dude.

Anywho. Looks do matter… If you look at yourself and feel awesome and reflect who you are then your looks matter to yourself and no one else.

The looks however the glaring disapproving, wondering from others can be the difference in someone’s life.

Love how you look , don’t ever care how others look at you.

Join the Temple Tribe to spread the NiCE message.

Have you ever stared longer than you should… been checked out for the wrong reasons?? Scroll scroll down to let me know.

Peace and Ommmni from the Temple. xo

Don’t Call Me C*&% or B%$#

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Female Fatal

Hello, my name is Tamzen Temple and I’m female and I don’t have anything exciting to share. I am in a relationship with Micko the big spunk and we’re currently living happily ever after on a small budget….

Whew!! So glad I got all my shady past out there. Judge me and unite. What you say. I’m not exciting enough?

Well how about this? In my 45 years of life have smoked a joint or two, taken an eccie once (best night of my life) and drink rarely.
Still not interesting you say. What? I need to add some more colour to my language?

I’m not about to start screaming obscenities to get noticed.

Is this the end for us? Oh hang on we haven’t even began. You know nothing of me, I do have a past, and I’ve dealt with it and moved on. The End.

I freaking am exciting, edgy and hilarious thank you!! I just don’t feel the need to fill in the rest of my sordid, ok maybe not sordid but crap has happened in life with you.

I rather like me but I feel I don’t fit in anymore, anywhere.

I open up my timeline and see woman of my past and present liking pages where women call each other bitches and c*&%s and don’t understand this.

“Here’s a pic of my bitch besty.” I read cringing as I wonder who the heck these women are.

WTF? (That’s as bad as I get with the foul language) Do they find it liberating to speak with a potty mouth? Have I missed the part of feminism where talking about box gaps and vaginas is newsworthy or revolutionary? Is this some parallel world I missed the flight for? Oh yes so many unanswered questions but I am searching for the truth.


Another I spotted. “Hey c*&% I miss ur f&%$% face,” written on a female friend’s timeline from another female I met once briefly. She writes back much the same.

I hope no one sees that ‘ my friend’ wrote that and assume I might be the same until I slap myself across the face and remember all that is good about my Facebook sister.

She is a great person, an independent female who says what she thinks. She’s awesome, confident, dynamic and has a charisma that can be intimidating and she’s stunning and immaculate. Then there are these words, never heard from her mouth but there on Facebook on that blue timeline for all to see.

Whatever happened to being lady like? Surely we can act like ladies and still be feminist with attitude all without the F&%$ and c%$# words overflowing.  (I can feel the death stares now from those who fight for female freedom)

Micko, the gentleman he is, would shut down any male that swore in front of myself, any elderly person, any female or child. We teach Bronzy (my son) to respect all, not swear and to be polite. We are in a time where domestic violence is at a high and yet there are many who find it acceptable for women to talk to each other in a way that would be highly unacceptable if men were to do the same.

Set an example people!

I love a female with a fiery attitude, one that is gutsy and bold, fearless and who has conquered demons but I have no desire to share my vagina stories; what it has been through or who has been through it, the who, the what, the how, the when and where. I don’t need to reminisce or celebrate about what it was and what it is now and especially not on Facebook.

Does talking like this make them strong women? Do they worry about their nieces, daughters or sons of friends of a young age who may be on Facebook and see that this degrading language is OK?

I don’t believe it is an example we should be setting and suddenly feel 70 in my opinion and wonder who the f&%$ I am to grow so old-fashioned in my thoughts.

I imagine men talking about their penises in the same way on their timelines and the uproar it would bring. Picture this: An out of shape hefty overweight or skinny lank man posting a naked picture on Facebook writing:


This is who I am. Accept me even with my small/large, circumcised/uncircumcised penis and my hairy unwaxed back and my man boobs or no muscles at all… because I am a real man and not what society portrays me as. I have achieved so much I life yet I am judged by this. I am more than this body or organ. I am me. Love me, love my penis you B&%$s and F%$#heads.

Oh yes I know it’s not the same  as women are judged more by the physical but my point is it messages don’t always translate the same when it comes to the sexes on social media.

Not everything we do calls for equality in fact it becomes dangerous if we start normalising women or men calling any man woman or child B%$#s, C%$#s, Sl$#@s or Ars#H%$#s. (Please never call any child this)

I don’t want to read or stories of the penis as equal as I don’t want to see or hear about vaginas on timelines in front of my own or the eyes of influential teens .

I scroll past these B$%#/C%$# posts a hurry and edit these people from my feed. Not unfriending them but turning off notifications.

There must be a need for a collective of woman to talk about muffs, love handles as it is constantly appearing like sexually transmitted language on my timeline. Am I missing the gene that gives me the need to openly share foul vocabulary and V stories with women ?

Do we want this to become the norm? “Hey this is my bitch ma and my c&%$ sister. This is my F&*% bestie and my dope little niece.”

“Terms of affection” I had someone comment once in a Instagram picture I posted on the subject. I can see it now at the workplace. “Hey B&%$ go do the filing you F&%$ gorgeous C&%$. Great job you H&^%”

No. This isn’t acceptable in the workplace, in the home and for goodness sake let’s not make it acceptable in life. It’s degrading to hear it from men and does not advance us as women.

So please can we just be freaking nice without the potty mouths or I’ll bring out the soap and wash your tongue.

Do you agree??  Scroll Scroll down to let me know.

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My Best Fake Memory

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I love a best fake memory….

Life is made up of memories…

Nothing else.

Relationships are formed through the creation of memories and then we reminisce with one another when together.  You meet someone you vaguely remember and possibly never met but say something like…”Your mum and my dad used to work together when we were five and we caught the same school bus…

Now with this Facebooky thing and Twitter and Instagram and blogs… we form all sorts of communities and within these friendships with people we will never meet.

There’s always an awkwardness when meeting anyone new… with friends the conversations flows through common interests and silences are ok when you’re secure with one another….

But.. most friendships will always be based on memories.. Remember when we, I, you or they did this.. bought that…. saw them… felt this…… fell down the stairs drunk… showed your boobs accidently….. ate a fly…..gave birth…..kissed a really creepy man with no teeth….ate a snake…..met George Clooney…

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You know.. the usual stuff memories are made of.  That first meeting though can be tense or easy as pie with a stranger.

You’ll be at a party and left in a room alone with someone new…”So you live nearby?  Where do you work….?  How do you know Bill and Judy? ” Generic chit chat….

Until you meet again the next time… and you reminisce… “So how is work at the sheep station?”  Because you remember this from the one previous conversation.

Or “How yummy were the tacos at Bill and Judy’s that night?”


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Back to my new online friends… I’m starting a revolution…. of memories..

So for example I had a friend on Facebook that I never met… just communicated with via feeds….

Occasionally on Facebook feeds you will see someone ask… “What is your favorite memory of us?”

So I have lots of friends I have never met on Facebook and through blogging communities and hate feeling left out so I make stuff up about them….

I’ll start with Ronnie… Oh he is hilarious. My best fake memory of when we first met is when we were both at an awards ceremony for funny blogs (I won)

I knew that I was funnier and he was really angry because of this so when I got up to receive the award he put a whoopee cushion on my chair so when I got back I let one rip and everyone laughed at me and patted him on the back and said..”You really are funny Ronnie..”

And I’m like screaming “No he’s not!! I got the award. He’s freaking not as funny as me..” then everyone laughed at me so threw a creme pie in his face and everyone took back what they said and confirmed.. “Yes Tamzen Temple..you are the funniest.”


Not a picture of Ronnie but I think he may look like this..

Afterward Ronnie and me shook hands and he had one of those buzz handshake things which was a bit funny but I had a flower water pistol in my jacket and got him back straight away.. I won… We still talk about that night when his wife and cute daughter come to visit every Sunday for lunch. We cook asparagus and roast snake, their favorite.  Great times…

Or Pinky Poinker.. This is one of my most favorite, best fake memories… We were both looking at this old house to buy on Mount Tamborine and were wearing the same kaftans. Hilarious really. “Is yours a Camille?” I asked. And she’s like “Yes, for sure… is there any other?”  We went to a bar and ordered lemonade and talked all afternoon about floral prints and chihuahuas..

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Or my friend Sarah... We didn’t really meet one day on the train except in my best fake memory where on the train we missed our stop because we both were so engrossed in our IPads watching an episode of Vikings.. Anywho.. we finally got off and there was a circus not far from the station. We were the last ones off the train so we dedided to hang out and went to the circus where the ringleader was crying because the clowns had left. We volunteered and did the job for the night only to find out we loved being clowns..

We decided to stay and ran away with them and only returned when we saw a Crime Stopper report on our disappearance.. The Temple Guru was crying on the TV begging for my return as I had been missing for two years and so I thought I had better go back to my old life… Sarah stayed with the circus and I still meet up every other week to clown around..

Do you have a best fake memory? Make one up for a Facebook friend you’ve never met and head to my Facebook post of this and use the hashtag #mybestfakememory to share yours or scroll scroll below.

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A Cardboard Crown for a Queen

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Cardboard Crown & Tiaras.

You may have spotted me over time wearing my Cardboard Crown…  or an emoji one on my Insta account but you may not know the meaning..

I’ve never been a princessy type person but when I began a couple of years ago one of the most important statements I made is that all women are Temple Queens. The Temple being their home and that women should be treated like queens or at least rule like one.

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Not the nasty queens of past that may behead frenemies or make the village go hungry to buy new jewels but a dignified gracious queen that overseas her Temple and protects all in it.

My cardboard crown is worn out…. I will make a new one tomorrow out of a Rice Bubble box, but I feel a little sad that this two and a half year old crown is torn and no longer sits on my head like it used to.

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There’s another one out there talking about queens and promoting a kick ass life and supporting one another… And that’s great, the more people promoting the regal message the better.  She does it with a feisty attitude, lots of f&$# words and has created a haven for women.

The Temple here are constantly promoting the message to the world of to  JUST BE FREAKING NICE. OK!!

Thus the Cardboard Tiara, the Cardboard Crown.  Life isn’t about what you have and the monetary worth of a gold headpiece.  It’s about making it simple, being humble and accepting, appreciating the beauty in what others may see as worthless.   It’s not just about women uniting it’s about the world uniting because of the strong Temple Queens.

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We are all rich in having the accessibility in manners, dignity and grace.  We all, with or without our cardboard crowns, can create  kingdoms queendoms and Temples that don’t need to say F&%$ or C&%$ to get the message that we are strong.

We don’t have to rule the world but instead take control of our own lives and that of our Temple in creating a safe haven and spreading the word of your Temple to those you have to deal with. (Although I do plan to rule the world one day)

This became huge to me once I had Bronzy.. There were so many rude people that would give death stares to a pram wielding mum for not moving fast enough, to ignoring a child who waves or says hello.

People pushing and shoving to get to the express registers before you or walking past anyone who needs help in some way. Prior to having a child you are aware of the poverty in the world and send $40 a month to try and help, but once you have a child you become anxious for the other children and families that go cold and hungry when there are those of such wealth that have gold plated toilet seats or choose to justify a $3000 pair of sunglasses and not give back in some way to those desperate.

Kids are the most precious and should be told everyday and treated like precious little temple gurus and temple queens they are and lead by example.  They shouldn’t be up for judgement by thousands and it makes me cringe when I hear parents call their children little s&%$#or p%$#@&…

I am absolutely blessed to have Bronzy and I must be incredibly lucky that he only has few moments or being a terror and is allowed to have those moments with or without an excuse. Just like we all have moments or meltdowns without being labelled.

So….. make your Temple a good one… wear a cardboard crown or an invisible one and rule the world you want to see. Be an example for your children in patience, respect and class without being afraid to get into life and live it with love.

Just Be Freaking Nice. OK!! (to adults and the kids)

Peace and Ommmni from the Temple.

If you would like a cardboard crown scroll scroll down to let me know. xoxo

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