sometimes my mind riots can't get organized

pride, riots, bravery and death videos

i want to send my love and support to all my beloved homos.... it's pride day!!!!...the anniversary of the stonewall riots... i always get real reflective and emotional on days like this...it makes me think about activism, personal bravery, oppression and change...and if you know me.. you know that these are all things i like to think about.... sorry..but i have to get all serious for a minute...

 it sucks to be held down by something or someone...even if it's yourself... and typically we think of bravery as a heroic act done out of some life threatening situation...but bravery can be tiny moments that we live out everyday... like speaking up to a co-worker when they are making racist jokes, or a mother leaving the abusive father of her children for a heather life...it can be a soccer playing kid on the playground  pushing the swing for the girl with ugly clothes in front of all his friends.... it's totally relative....  the past few weeks i have been  holding daily bravery at the front of my thoughts... i have friends who are going through shitty times and the way they push through and do really really really hard things is amazing to me. 

Have you seen the video of Neda Agha Soltani? She was shot during a protest in Tehran... and now every fucking asshole is watching her bleed to death out of her face on youtube.... but i think it's getting people talking...about different types of bravery and how we need to stand up for the shit that's right..even if it's hard or scary.... you are never ever alone...there is always someone else who wants to stand up with you...or hold your hand while you shout...even if you are shouting at yourself in the mirror...

all of the people at stonewall decided enough was enough... the women of Tehran are really fucking sick of the bullshit... the black panthers had some shit to say..so did Rosa parks..and guess what dudes... it's just as important to tell your mother in law what you think about apartheid or to let your neighbor know that the confederate flag in his front yard means a bunch of shitty stuff.... and even more important is to tell yourself that you can do hard things..and make things better... i call it "mind riots" and i do it all the time...  let's do it together...i will hold your hand.

NEWS: anything and everything that has ever happened or will happen is weird

deal with it.

the most famous child molester in the world is dead at 50

 the story seems fishy......  so does his chin.....any thoughts? 

i sold my ex-boyfriends shoes because he has a really bad attitude

so i used to live with this dude..who was my boyfriend...and who wasn't the coolest person to spend time with.... he was the kind of guy who would wake up scowling and foaming at the mouth with bad vibes..and as the day went on he just got worse...i would always bring him donuts(cuz he loved them..and i would try to cheer him up) and he would grab them out of my hand and ask me to go away.... as i'm typing this i am thinking to myself "be nice....don't talk too much shit" but fuck it! this is my blog motherfuckers and i am the boss of my own mind! 

o.k here is some dirt: literally minutes after getting personal with each other for the first time..he turned to me and said "i'm totally in love with this girl _______, she is so awesome..she is really smart and pretty and funny" AND I LET HIM LIVE! i didn't kick him out of my bed or kill his face..i listened to him lament about it for a grueling half hour!  I was really young and in a phase of my life where i thought i could win over the hearts of all grouchy people with my pie baking skills..patience...and love for fugazi

this boy had NO MANNERS! he chewed with his mouth open, made me sleep on the floor while he took the bed, had me take the bus home from his house which took over an hour (15 minutes by car)..so he could sleep in for 15 extra minutes... he doesn't say thank you or help ladies carry heavy boxes...he is rude..and he is SOOOOO not cute or talented enough to be rude like that..you know what i mean? 

anyway ....when we called it quits he left a shit-ton of his crappy crap in my house..for me to deal with (typical) some of the stuff he wanted...some of it he didn't... so after calling him to have him pick up his smelly rude shit..and he didn't show....i lost it... i decided to sell his stuff in front of the shop i run...and buy myself something pretty with

 the profits....but..i hatched this evil plan instead....

this dude named Slats lives in my neighborhood. He is a icon of heroine... punk and hairdoooos. he swaggers and falls asleep all over town with a cigarette delicately dangling between his aging lips keeping the drool company...... you can tell by his 3 t-shirts that he loves the NY dolls, ramones and well..the ramones. I love him..he has been a customer of my shop for over a decade and i never really feel at home unless i see him weekly...but... he is quite a sight..

so back to my "asshole sale".... slats comes up to the table and starts looking at the dudes shoes i have for sale..lucky day! they wear the same size!! how much are they you ask dear Slats! all 4 pairs for a nickle! unbelievable! yes! all of them!!! please take them..here is a bag..enjoy!

so for the next year or so..every time i saw slats i would look down and see jerky ex boyfriends shoes supporting the arches of Seattle's most loved junkie!    best.yard sale.ever!  

p.s more slats stories to come!

unreasonable prices

so i was vacationing in a small lakeside town a while ago and came across this vending machine 

only to discover that the price was outrageous!!!   two dozen for $6!!!!

 what? are living on mars and night crawlers are used as currency to buy martian boy hookers? oh, excuse me "boys of the night" or "working gentleman" no! worms should be free..and if you insist on me paying for them they should be a nickel....thaaaat reminds me.....

all I plan to accomplish this week is getting my hair this color

closure

Did you ever see Poltergeist III? Do you lie awake at night worrying about what happened to that one guy named Scott? No? Well the guy who played Scott does. He pretty much worries enough for all of us.


Every time I go to the laundromat lately there's this guy there with a boombox listening to slow jams and lecturing people. He'll just fixate on whoever is dumb enough to look at him and talk at them until their laundry is done. Today he was listening to some song called "I Wanna Break It Off" (and the song was not about breaking up with somebody!!) and trying to give this surly old hippie slow-dancing instructions. It took him like, ten or fifteen minutes to work up to talking about putting his hand on "the breast".

You can tell when it's someone's first time at the laundromat because they're all trying to be good-natured to the guy and have a conversation with him. They're all, "hey, this guy's pretty funny." But like Pa Ingalls said, even the second time may be funny....but the third time's a whuppin'.

Darlene machine

So Crystal Lils post about 90's sardonic best friends got me thinking.... at least your not slutty backstabbing six from blossom....look at her then and now.... she is the psychical human manifestation of finding used/dirty underwear balled up in the middle of the street.her ass is freaking me the fuck out. i am taking a shower now. goodnight.

please don't murder anything ever

I pay way too much attention to this blog Kindertrauma, which is where I found this video that pretty guarantees I won't be sleeping tonight:

I don't really remember this but I'm sure I saw it 100 times when I was a kid. Which is...not cool? Don't those bad guys know the robot is alive???

Maybe you need to have that erased from your brain by watching a very elegant man groom himself:

from lips and ribs