look away

and the ONE THING that always bothers me, is violence / abuse towards animals. in films, poems, prose, what have you. don't like it. ever. i don't care if it makes a point, i know about cruelty to innocents and it's not a point i want to see. period.

ok severe reaction. but i just watched a short film that hurt a kitten. it was an animated kitten, but i don't need to cry at my desk at 10am. especially when it's being done for comic / shocking / juxtapositional effect.

i felt the same way about a passage in this one stephen king book. i read all of his work rabidly from age 11 on. and one time, one short character descriptive passage about a cruel farmer and kittens has stuck with me and can bring me to tears in a moment.

meh. i'm too much of a softie.

next tattoo

vintage french sailor heart with diving swallows and banner saying amor para la vida
on my left upper arm
and then
just above the left elbow
to go with it
in band formet
dancing vintage 30's - 50's style fruit

oh i am in love with ink

my favorite meme ever - from agenthandy

1) How did you and your sexy beast fall in love?
we met when we were working at different film festivals housed in the same building. i was the admin asst for the lgbt film fest, and she a fest assistant for the latino film fest. she came down to our office and needed to request a film for their screenings. i was immediately smitten. she claims i acted very cranky, but yet she still was intrigued. we flirted at our various jobs, went for coffee together etc. and then i invited her to be my date for opening night of the lgbt festival. she had a film screening in it that year and it was a very heady and exciting first date. there were bumpy times, as i was married and in an open relationship and that wasn't a situation she was interested in, though she was interested in me. she was too classy to give me an ultimatum, so i gave one to myself. give the first honest love i had felt in a long time a real shot, or continue to be married and drunk most of the time and very very messily depressed? i chose the riskier and really only option. to get divorced, move out of my home, get a studio and give what felt like real magic a shot. it worked. :)

2) What has been your proudest moment as an artist?
when i was invited into my current writing group.

3) Why do you write?
same as why i breathe. i can't live without it. for many years i didn't share my writing with anyone. it wasn't intended to see the light of day and yet words still had to be written. it's the way i see things. walking down the street is words falling into poems in my head. it's too much to keep in and still function.

4) If you could only have one outfit in the world, what would it be?
black commie tank top, old comfy beat up jeans, combat boots and a cowboy hat.

5) What has been your biggest lesson as a human thus far in life?
people see you how you tell them to see you. it's all about how you present yourself - good or bad, it's a personal choice to tell the world who you are with every action of every day.

Your turn: leave a comment if you would like me to interview you. Post the answers in your own journal, with a comment similar to this one at the end.

ETA: my brain is now full, and i must think of questions for you all. they will come to you soon....

just in case kids

TONIGHT 6-8pm on 87.9FM in SF or piratecatradio.com
are your very own
Unka Lynnee & Aunty Cindy playing ridiculous queer music and spouting off about gosh knows what
you know us, you love us, now tune in and rock out

xoxo

the holy burrito

good show tonight, really good in fact
had a super fun time
then low blood sugar and no food so the mister and i went out and grabbed burritos

(fyi - the sexy beast is not doing any gender transitioning to be inferred by the mister, rather a friend called her mister charlotte and it charmed the hell out of her. since i refrain from using her name *most* of the time to honor her privacy, it's shortened to mister, ok are we all clear on that? moving on)

it was the best damn burrito of my life. possibly even sacred. my nutrition efforts got hampered by some bad grocery planning and setting myself up for failure and so, sunday we grocery shop and then on monday i begin the plan again in earnest.

is there more to a night? of course there is. but for now i am basking in burrito glow and hoping i actually get to bed early.