But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.
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But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.
Madeline Miller, excerpt from Circe (via saintjoan)
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The SOTU-
I wasn’t going to watch it and I honestly cannot even tell you why. I agree with the President most of the time, for that reason I try to forget he is doing anything and that way I don’t have to defend or explain or deflect nonsense that the media puts out. It came across my FB feed twice and I realized how long I have been living in fear. Oh I shared a few statements from other brave souls, but…
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This is a political satire rant of a poem. No white cis gendered men need apply No black macho men either No republican gay people apply you’re not even alive You know what only women allowed here No matter how you identify No natural health anti vaccers No climate deniers That means don’t question reality in case I needed to clarify No Israel defenders No American veterans and no police wives no…
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Saw you standing there you looked like you might be trapped in some bored reality that had you so shaken that you just had to be idle I saw you anger there behind your eyes that feel deeper deeper than you’ll ever let me know those eyes that look deeper deeper than we’ll ever go I saw you see my words and then look away when your mind runs and hides with the long list of reasons and restraints…
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Like Lightning
I’ll touch you I’ll breath you I’ll numb you I’ll shock you dance with me and sing your tired songs the way you do when you’re defenses are gone I want to make you feel the way I do when you around the way my body feels at your sound Like lightning I’ll touch you I’ll stop you I’ll light you and excite you I’ll make you love the lightning the way I see the storm and the way I hide in the storm be…
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Missing Words
We were word people and that is how we flew rhyme taking us above to things unknown yet we could get to we were word people and not the wasted type nothing spilling on the floor and wasting space and air not the kind that makes the head ache or the soul long for solace not the kind that wears yeah we were word people Now it all that is unsaid unheard misunderstood and unread too much to say gets…
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I’ve had a cat residing with me for approximately three years. I love my cat. We sometimes resemble each other…depending on the week. I don’t know if her overall independent neediness rubs off on me, or if she picks up on my laziness and follows suit…or possibly it is vice versa. Either way, in the past three years I have learned that I am a true cat person. There was a reason my favorite DC character was always Catwoman. I don’t know why I ever doubted this about myself. I was clearly supposed to be a cat.
I said if I ever had a house I would have a dog. I am not sure why besides I do like dogs. I thought I wanted a big dog, a retriever maybe. Dogs are loyal. Dogs have personality. They are and they do. Boy do they ever.
photcred: elwood023 (instagram)
I have a great friend who is a dog person. She recently brought into our lives a large husky baby. This white ton of fur is only a little over a year old. He loves to moan and talk and run. I opted to help my dear girl with her dog needs. Which means that most of the time I’m sitting and watching her deal. I might play with a chew toy with Hendrix, but I’m not like …running him in the park. When he jumps on me I’m not helping her “teach him discipline”. I’m not assisting with the teaching of tricks (why?). I held the leash once while we walked him.
Friend: “You have to talk it out of him, otherwise he is never gonna poop…omg are you listening, are you like in your own world??”
Me “WHAT??”
Friend “You have to talk to him …like I do”
Me “Omg are you serious?? HENDRIX! ARE YOU GONNA POOP?? DO YOU NEED TO POOP! COME ON BOY LETS POOP!! I turn with my resting bitch face..”how was that?”
I mean really? We don’t have to coach him to pee. I don’t get it.
I love Hendrix. I don’t like it when he wants to lick lotion off my legs, but he is good as a pillow. He gives good full body hugs…whether we want them or not. He is soft and as big as he is he CAN prance like a deer when he wants. He loves me, I’ve named myself his crazy aunt.
photocred: Elwood023 (Instagram)
I dont like it when he begs for food every single time it is in our hands. But I put on my cat face and ignore him. I don’t like to try to make him not jump and scratch on us. I thought it was an overly compassionate issue I had, but now I think it is because maybe in the back of my cat brain I just assume he should know and if he doesn’t my nonchalance will make him figure this out.
“You have to help me with this, he has got to stop doing that! He wont learn unless you tell him no, smack him on the nose. Be more aggressive.” The only time I have done that is when I was making an important phone call, to a man no less, and Hendrix wouldn’t stop howling and jumping on me. I slapped the ever loving moan out of him and immediately he silenced himself. Yeah here is my territory border, dude… hissssscratch.
The reality of my cat persondom (as opposed to dog life )struck me this morning before eight o clock. I’m a bartender and so naturally nocturnal. I was awoken to my dear friend knocking at my door. I contemplated pretending to be gone but she knows me too well. So at her second plea, I opened the door. In my sweat shorts and a Mickey shirt from Old Navy, with no under clothes on, hair awry and sleep in my eyes. Her big blue pleading eyes that could only otherwise be on a small orphan child holding my attention, her hands clasping Hendrix’ leash as he strained forward trying to get to my escaping cat. “Can you please take him for his morning walk? I have to get to work or I’m gonna be late”
I have to focus. “Ok sure, lemme get dressed”
“No you have to take him now, he is gonna do it in the floor if you don’t- you look cute! You are ok, just please”
“Then let me get my shoes!”
She hands me the dog..
“I cant hold the dog in the apartment, he is going after the cat-just hold him”
One minute later she is in her car on her way and I am outside in the morningness walking the dog who peed rivers as soon he stepped out the door. Then he walked three steps and did it again. Then he did his ritual marking. I knew he had to do number two so…I had to prance down the sidewalk for ten minutes waiting on this to happen. Yes…I finally “talked to him about it”.
photcred: Danielle Bethune (me)
He finally gave up the shit, which smelled to high heaven and was the same color as the pine needles under a tree that is planted across the sidewalk in front of the Lutheran Church. The three piles he walked out of himself a quarter of a mile from our building. I looked at the mess…then at the poo bag tied to his collar. “Oh I aint picking that up” I thought and proceeded back to apartment. Then I realized that this was right in front of the church and this is Easter week. “Sigh”. I went back and filled the little bag with pine needled crap and chucked it in the garbage can. Hendrix was happy and I got him back to his food bowl safe. I thought to myself that maybe I should rotate this morning duty with my friend. It is probably good for me. Nice oxygen to the brain. I could meet other people doing the same thing, since ever one on this street loves dogs. I’m ready for the day. Then I went back to my apartment, put on a pot of coffee and snuggled back down and took a small nap…just as my cat was doing.
Because that is how we roll.
photocred (me)
But I’m really a Cat Person I've had a cat residing with me for approximately three years. I love my cat. We sometimes resemble each other...depending on the week.
Marx wished to have everything capitalism, division of labor, and competitive exchange can produce, but without the cost of work, discipline, specialization, and selecting among alternatives. But to assume that men would never conflict over how to dispose of things is to escape into a complete fantasyland.
Undressed
I’m so tired here at the end of this year this year of mourning denied and repressed until I cried alone and alone I undressed I’m so tired the end of this year of failed starts classes that were endured in a high healing smoke friends and family that isolate me in their righteous fist waving look me in the face and call me those names I guess the more we try to prove the more we stay the same…
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The Outliers
A few months ago I was having a political discussion with a more left leaning friend of mine. He is one of the few that enjoys dialogue and can have it without losing friends. He stayed along the discussion lines that were being repeated by the media at that time, “Trump only appeals to middle aged white men”. At the time I was not a Trump supporter, but I had been questioning some of the sound…
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Today I read a four day old article that was complete shallow bullshit. Actually the real shit is should be compared to is chickenshit, since chicken shitting is for cowards who amplify everyone el…
Buzzfeed and Their Little Privileges
Buzzfeed and Their Little Privileges
Today I read a four day old article that was complete shallow bullshit. Actually the real shit is should be compared to is chickenshit, since chicken shitting is for cowards who amplify everyone else’s downfalls to make their own selves look grand. Go ask a big cisgendered male military veteran about chicken shit and the kind of cowards who are guilty of it. Which brings me to the chickenshitter…
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Maybe my prime is dying swirling in this time that is flying trying to hang onto the fire thats been hiding woman that grew into a little girls mind now a little girl with a woman’s lines tried to fly but the season was over and tree told her to stay with her grounding
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Privileged American Floors
Living constantly in a four walled room that takes the same keys at all of it’s doors see all our neighbors thru the windows because nobody has decency anymore and that same recipe calls for the two kinds of cake that everybody wants so they can eat and have their food fight live some eat with their hands and some eat with their knives and some just starve on their hamster wheels quickly spinning…
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