"Don't get strung out
by the way I look.
Don't judge a book
by it's cover.
I'm not much of a man
by the light of day,
but by night I'm one
Hell of a lover." Tim Curry as Dr. Frank N. Furter in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show".
Hello Subscribers!! It has been a LONG time since I've been able to blog. My computer has had several viruses and I lost my connnection to the internet. On Wednesday, Donnie is supposed to be coming over and has said that he will help me fix the problem. I know that those of you who were enjoying the Sex Olympics (meaning Pomegranate, as I believe she is the only one who was enjoying the games) have been eagerly awaiting the final update. Good News, I'll hopefully have that up by this weekend.
So much has been happening in the past few days since I last blogged, so please bear with me as I try to convey all of it to you.
First off (to explain the above quote) I ahve been introduced to "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" and have fallen madly and passionately in love with it. Tim Curry i s AMAZING and he looked FANTASTIC! Anyone who doesn't like that movie hasn't watched it. It will change your life!!
Second of all, as many of you know already, Barack Obama won the position of President Elect as the 44th President of the United States by a LANDSLIDE margin. I love it. I am SO excited because ladies and gents, we are witnesses to History. It is being made before our eyes and these are things we can share with the future generations. We can all say "I was there when the first Black President was elected", just like our grandparents can say they witnessed the world changing from white to black AND white. Like our parents can say that they witnessed the Lunar Landing. I mean, this is BIG! I am so proud to be a part of this moment in history. As should everyone else, no matter what you believe or how you voted or whether you are a part of this country at all.
Now, just for everyone's benefit, I'm going to explain WHY I voted for Obama. Over the weekend I was accused of voting for him solely because he is Black. Which is most definitely NOT the case. I had logical reasons behind my decision.
1. I watched the debates. Did anyone besides me notice that every time McCain was asked a question on how he was going to do something he always referred to Obama? He would attack him and blabber on about something completly off base and had nothing to do with the question at all. You know why? Because McCain is just like George W. Bush. He wasn't going to change a DAMN THING! And it was really obvious that he wasn't going to change anything, because he never spoke on what he was going to do to change them. He just threw mud at every turn. Obama on the other hand had answers as to what he was going to do, what he was going to try and change.
2. I hate Sarah Palin. (Okay, so that isn't the most logical reasoning, but I still use it anyway. I hate her.)
3. The only thing that I disagree with Obama on is Abortion. But I understand where he is coming from. He is on the side that says that women have the right to do what they want with their bodies. Even though the child is NOT a part of the woman's body (it has it's own separate DNA and therefore is a separate being). But think about this: What about a woman who is raped? It almost seems like we are punishing her for something she had nothing to do with. Granted it isn't right to punish the child either, but I understand her reasonings. Especially if she was raped by a family member or she is 12 years old. I know that it takes a strong person to carry a child conceived through rape to term. And therefore I'm not going to bitchy if she does it.
4. I don't believe this bullshit that Obama is Muslim. Absolute BULLSHIT! The man's father and paternal grandparents were Muslim, but that doesn't make him one. And, even if he was Muslim, that doesn't mean that he is part of Jihad, because Jihadists are RADICAL Muslims. Just like every Christian ISN'T blowing up an abortion clinic, not every Muslim is wagin war on America. My father is a druggie/rapist, that doesn't make me a druggie or a rapist. My father's father was an abusive alcoholic, that doesn't make me that either. I am not my parents, I am me. Same goes for Obama.
I had a moment at the library computer last week to do a quick check of my e-mail and I was very saddened by a bulletin my beautiful PSM wrote. I couldn't believe my eyes. I know you are reading this right now dear, I love you anyway, but I felt like what you said was completely uncalled for and racist beyond belief. I don't want to argue about it or anything like that, I just wanted to tell you that it hurt my feelings that you would say things like that. I do understand that you are entitled to your own opinions, as is everyone else, which is why I am only saying that it hurt my feelings.
Moving on. My third thing that has happened is my Bestest Best Friend, Sarah Jo, got married on Saturday (Nov. 8th) to her (now) husband, Brian. I am SO happy for her and still in shock that it happened. It was all quite random. I knew that she was in love with him and that they wanted to get married, but I wasn't expectin gthe phone call that said "Hey, we are getting married. Do you want to be there?" I hope to have pictures of the wedding up soon!!
No real updates as far as the custody battle over Hannah. We got to spend the weekend with her this past weekend and I showed her part of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show". She says Tim Curry looks like a prostitute, but I think he looks fabulous. Anyway, she seemed like her old self. She wasn't withdrawn or upset, in fact she seemed quite happy to be spending time with us. Though she was disappointed that Donnie wasn't there. I love the fact that my family loves him We only had 2 issues with this weekend. That would be:
1. I woke up to Hannah crying in her sleep. When I asked her why she was crying she said, "I don't know". It upset me because that can't be good that a little girl is crying in her sleep in the middle of the night.
2. We took Hannah home and were even 5 minutes early getting her there, but her father wasn't there. His roommate, Barry (whom I have shown massive amounts of distaste for), was there. Mom said that she wasn't going to drop Hannah off with Barry. We had Hannah call her father and he said he was on his way hom. He didn't get there for 20 minutes. We sat in the car, in the cold, for 20 freaking minutes. Then when we get out Wes gets all pissy, "Why didn't you take Hannah inside?" and Mom said she didn't want to leave her alone with Barry. He starts saying Mom's crazy. And, for the first time in a LONG time, I spoke up. I said "The rules say that she is to be dropped off with her parental guardian, not her parental guardian's roommate. You are her parental guardian and Barry isn't." After that he shut up.
The whole situation pisses me off and I really just wish it was over and done with. I just want us all to be a family (Wes excluded). I want Hannah to be with us, because I miss hanging out with my crazy, wild and funny sister. I miss having someone to exercise with and drool over Johnny Depp with. Sure, we don't like all the same things, but its nice having her around. And I miss that.
Now, my last update is I wrote a new poem! It is called "Murder of an Angel" (I'll probably change the title at some point) and it took me a while, but I figured out what it means to me. Now, you, the reader, have to decide what it means to you. I'm going to go ahead and post it here, even though this blog is long. Enjoy and I'll write more later!!
Murder of an Angel
The blade slid across her skin, a weeping crimson
mouth yawning against ivory petals. Falling to the floor,
the soft parting of flesh from bone, heart from soul and
body from mind. Into the moon drenched night screams
dissipate, silence never seemed so beautifully broken by
that voice.
Parted, self from self, divided by the voices inside.
The voices that mutilate and destroy, breaking the
halves into quarters and the quarteres into tiny masked
moments of time. Masquerading in these satin sheets,
the tiniest pearls building like the tears to the flower.
Bathe in the blood, black butterflies flitter by,
collapsing to the ground, sacrificed in the devil's
name.
Skulls trip down the stairs, blanched by the sun's
cruelest kiss. The moon, a pale ivory disc, dances along
her glittering path. Sensual wisps of perfume fade into
the emptiness, that weeping mouth fading against the
essence of time. Her elbows jut out in awkward
positions, steel scrapes bone, the subtle depth
of the soul, shattered by man's tools.
Crossed swords, starlit voids and death shoulders the
burden. Evisceration lies in the wake, the waves
receding from the beaten shores. Lucifer hangs upon
a jasper crucifix, a fiery crown adorns his wicked
head. His followers stand about him, string ebony
pearls along the path of devastation. Crucified in sins
to shameful to name, wallowing in the mire that is.
Stand broken in Hell, the scars of forgotten skin and
soulless eyes stark against the landscape.
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