Pride: cancelled.

This has not ben the year for Pride. What was supposed to be my Fifth Exalted March: CANCELLED. Why? Because some asshole shot and killed and wounded members of my community.

Having traveled to the capital for the singular purpose of marching, I just wanted to pack up again and go home, starting the grieving process.

The hotel staff members were very understandable.

Yesterday I was able to walk around in public feeling normal, looking forward to the March. Today the fear is back.

I passed the site on my way to the station. Stood across the street and watched in silence. Pride is a personal thing to me, and so is the pain.

I'm not certain how to process this grief.

Strawberry moon.

Sometimes a name's a name is a name and you get used to it over time. Don't tell me repetition don't work!

Number nine.

The book made me cry several times. It is, however, the third time reading it, but sometimes what one experience later in life makes one relate to other happenings prior in a very different light. To me, it was loneliness

Whilst the book does go to great length in describing it, the more revealing parts happens in relation to others: a beloved dog, a understanding for a religion not of one own, the great beyond and how it beacons... How it does beacon. Black. Empty. Silent. The Void is there. Waiting. You can put whatever word you want at it. Death. Passing on. Facing it. And yet, it reminds.

Tears. Tears of joy, tears of sadness. Tears of release. Tears of gratitude.
Sometimes the simple act of crying is enough.

Flower moon

 Piss, shit and pizza.

Pink moon

Not Floyd, but moon. Gosh darn it, now I'm craving some psychedelic music.

Also, this should have been posted on the 16th of April, but holidays and being away made it difficult.

I've watched the Matrix (the original from 1999) with my mother and she liked it, although we had very, very different points of view. But that's fine.

Summer is coming.

Worm moon

Having a fire alarm going off at the end of your shift is not the best way to end it. Thank the gods it was a false alarm, though.

Snow moon

 It's cold, it's cold.

A lousy take of the modern family unit.

 I was asked, at work, if, of all things, I was a mother. I must confess, the question stunned me slightly, and I was unable to process and reply at first. In due time, I was able to utter that, no, I was not a mother, not in the traditional sense, as I did not have offspring of my own to care and look after. As the more queer perceptive of you already have noted, in this world with “your kids, my kids, our kids” that we all seemingly live in, I could have hinted at being part of a non-traditional family unit that did came with kids in one form or another. Regardless, that is not the case, as children is not a part of my current household. Nor are pets, for that matter. It is, however, of the number five (no mambo) in total, and we all get pretty well alongside one another. My next-door roommate even works the same sort of shift as I do, so folks were already in the know of how to adjust to that when I moved in, and it pleases me greatly.

 

Not that my household is the Imperial Household, the Royal Household, or even the Presidential Household, for that matter, but it is mine, my own, and I’m quite fond of it, thank you very much.

Wolf moon

 Welcome. Stay a while and listen.

I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus

I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night.

He didn't see me creep

down the stairs to have a peep;

He thought that I was tucked

up in my bedroom fast asleep.

Then, I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus

Underneath his beard so snowy white;

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Sibling had only seen

Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night

Then I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus

Underneath his beard so snowy white

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Sibling had only seen

Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Sibling had only seen

Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night

Granted, Kip Addotta did another version of the original back in 1989, but it’s time to offer an update.

TTS

So, I may have found my favorite TTS episode: number 19. Just the first minute sets the tone of not only expectancy but also head scratching, the use of a certain tune is simply marvelous, the random encounter character and visuals are both adorable, and the conclusion of the opening explains, well… basically, everything you need to know.

There is also the most perfect short clip starting around the five minute mark to point out how current state of affairs are… not quite working as intended.

Not to mention how the conversations are actually wise, detailed and refreshing in their depths and honesty, but the wholesomeness at the end makes one move on with a briefness of happiness and hope.

Enjoy if you're planning to watch / watching / have watched / will watch again!

Lads!

Lads, lads!