Saturday Caturday

Happy October 1! Last night wasn’t as chilly as previous nights, but it was perfectly cold for me. With my bedroom windows open, I snuggled happily under my quilt & blankets & slept as well as an elderly lady will, waking up to use the bathroom & feed the cats when they bother her.

Bobby started bothering me around 3 a.m., meowing about the cold. How did I know his meows were about the cold? Well, I know Bobby. He hates the cold. While Radar will burrow his way under the covers next to me, his head on the pillow by mine, Bobby stays on top of the afghan by my feet. Plus, Bobby is a real complainer. He complains about the cold, he complains about the cat box if there’s one turd in there he doesn’t want to see or smell, he complains about the dry cat food being too old, he complains that there’s not enough sun coming through the windows on a cloudy day.

I did what I always do when Bobby gets like this. I told him to STFU & I went back to sleep.

When I finally got up, I closed my bedroom windows & I turned on the heat. With my year-old high-efficiency furnace, within a short time, the house was nice & warm & no more complaints.

The cats were both in the bathroom, vying for placement on the floor vent, like it was the only one in the house. <sigh> It’s going to be a long winter.

Obituary for my daughter.

A heartfelt post by Aunt Polly.

aunt polly's rants

Another great article from the blog, Parents with Inconvenient Truths about Trans (PITT).

When I read this, I had so many feelings … anger, sorrow, frustration, helplessness. & rage. A witch’s wicked rage against this trans-ideology that has coupled with Big Pharma & the plastic surgery industry & is now preying on children. Ruining healthy bodies for a political agenda.

If you’re not outraged about this, you have no compassion, no love. No thought about anything except political gain & ideology. You are part of the problem.

This young girl could have been me. I was just like that. But trans wasn’t a thing back in the late 60s & early 70s. I grew up into a sexy young bisexual feminist, in love with dancing & sex, drugs & rock&roll.

I think of my granddaughter, soon to be born. I wonder … is she going to fall down this rabbit…

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Idunna – Norse Goddess of the Apples

As an “applequeen”, I love all Apple Goddesses.

Wyrd Designs

While it may not feel like autumn yet in Texas, I always in particular venerate Idunna, an ásynjur (one of the Norse Goddesses). Her most well known story involves her abduction by a giant, which causes the gods to age thus revealing her important ties to vitality. Idunna is known within Skáldskaparmál as the Gods’ Lady, and indeed this is because the vitality (and therefore immortality) she provides is gifted to all of the Gods and Goddesses. While she is part of my regular praxis throughout the year, I always feel her most strongly in autumn through the winter. I decided to do an exploration into her heiti and kennings. There’s a lot to unpack here, and I feel like there’s much more that I’ll be musing upon for a long time to come too.

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Funny One-liners and Quotes

I love #2, #7, #8 & #17!

Kaushal Kishore

Last Sunday, I shared some pearls of wisdom, but there are some good one-liners and quotes available on the internet. I have collected 20 from various sources. A lot of such sayings have been attributed to Dilbert or Scott Adams, but irrespective of who had penned these funny quotes, let’s get entertained this Sunday too.

1. I say no to alcohol, but it doesn’t listen.

2. A friend in need is a pest indeed.

3. Marriage is one of the main causes of divorce.

4. Work is fine, if it doesn’t take too much of your time.

5. When everything comes in your way, you’re in the wrong lane.

6. The light at the end of the tunnel may be an incoming train.

7. In order to get a loan, you first need to prove that you don’t need it.

8. Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don’t…

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Saturday Caturday

I wish I could sleep so soundly.

(Of course, one of the reasons I can’t sleep soundly is because Radar wakes me up all the time).

This, today.

“This user is blocked from commenting on Scotties Playtime. The person has been asked not to comment on this blog. This person deleted my comments on her blog and refused to answer questions why, but this person left up their replies under a prior comment attempting to make me look stupid and uneducated on the subject. When I asked her why she did that she refused to answer. This person continuing to comment here and not addressing my question on her behavior to me shows contempt for me and a lack of respect for my blog. I have now gone to the step of blocking this person. Bye”

At least Scottie had the courtesy to tell me why he blocked me, although he’s totally wrong. I’ve never tried to make him look “stupid & uneducated” on any subject. & I don’t have a contempt for him or any other person, nor do I have a lack a respect for his blog. I stopped following his blog because he posts too much & I can’t take all the email in my inbox. I have too much email as it is.

My beef with Scottie is that we disagree on trans-ideology & instead of “agreeing to disagree”, like reasonable people do, like friends do, he kept trying to argue with me. Some of his arguments, especially those concerning the transing of children & the education of young children concerning trans-ideology seemed to me just like the arguments that abusers use, especially child abusers. I am giving Scottie the benefit of the doubt here & I don’t think he knew what he was saying. But as a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, I am really tuned to this kind of thing & I am all about keeping children safe from predators, ALL predators.

As to “refusing to answer”, I did what I do with all people who continue to hound me when I say I do not wish to continue the conversation … I walk away. Which is what I did with Scottie. I am very sad that it’s come to this. I really like Scottie & I am going to miss him. This argument has rippled through WordPress & now I am finding myself no-platformed on several other blogs that I follow. I won’t list them here but it’s really getting to me. & it’s all because of the stupid trans-ideology political crapola.

I will state it here & I will state it clearly. I do not hate anyone. I have fought for the civil rights of all people, including transgendered people & I will continue to do so for the rest of my life. However, I do not & I will not fight for an ideology that is toxic & is obviously the patriarchy on steroids … that is removing sex-based protections for girls & women … that is teaching gender ideology to children too young to understand what it means … that is weaponizing BOTH the Republicans & the Democrats in their war against each other & the American people. An ideology that is based on kink & porn & should be left in the adult sex industry where it belongs. As a former sex worker, I know what I am talking about.

This is an ideology that should NOT be taught to children. Honestly, no ideology should be taught to children. Leave the kids alone! You don’t give kids alcohol & cigarettes or drugs … you make them wait until they are adults. This ideology is the same damn thing. But for some reason, it now OK to put children on life-changing drugs & even mutilate their bodies, all in the name of being “trans inclusive”.

As a mother & soon-to-be-grandmother, I find this absolutely egregious.

I have no doubt that there are children that think they are the opposite sex. When I was a kid, I thought I was a deer. For a while I thought I was a horse. & yes, I thought I was a boy. I was a tomboy & I am still a tomboy. But I am a woman & I am SO FUCKING GRATEFUL that I don’t live in today’s world because I still have my beautiful breasts, I wasn’t ever put on puberty blockers, I have experienced orgasms & still do. I think of all the children who will NEVER have an orgasm because of the drugs they are being fed, because nobody is making them wait until they are old enough to know what’s going on in their growing minds & bodies. Nobody has the strength to tell them NO. Like parents & the adults in their lives are supposed to do. Like mine did. Yeah, I hated my parents sometimes. You’re supposed to hate your parents. Now I am so thankful I had parents who loved me enough to be “mean”. They weren’t mean … they LOVED me.

As for puberty blockers … you’re supposed to go through puberty! & you’re supposed to hate it. I know I hated my period, especially back in the 1970s, when I wasn’t allowed to wear a tampon (my Catholic mother forbid it) & I had to wear this awful belt with the pad & the metal clasp bit into my skin. It was TERRIBLE. When I hear young girls complain about their periods now, I think, gee you just don’t know. But yeah, I get it. Puberty sucks & periods suck & boys being boys suck. & all the changes suck. It’s called growing up. It’s what all animals do & humans are animals.

Stop trying to fuck with reality. Reality is humans come in two types, men & females. You cannot change your sex. You can change your gender but not your sex. Gender is not sex. I know that most people now think that gender & sex is the same thing but that is not true. I am a WOMAN, that is AN ADULT HUMAN FEMALE.

Transwomen are not women. They are men. Transmen are not men. They are women. This is reality. The prefix “trans” has meaning, it’s not there for nothing! If transwomen were really women & transmen really men, why is the “trans” there? Because they’re not. & everyone knows this. It’s only ideology that says they are.

I live in the real world. Not in some transgendered magical world. This does not mean I hate transgendered people or that I’m “transphobic” or “hateful” or any other stupid thing. It means I am living in REALITY.

Goodbye Scottie. I’ll miss you. But that’s the way it goes in war.

Shapeshifter Poems by Lucille Clifton

I love Lucille Clifton. Another Buffaloian.

Jezzie G

Shapeshifter Poems
1987

1

the legend is whispered
in the women’s tent
how the moon when she rises
full
follows some men into themselves
and changes them there
the season is short
but dreadful shapeshifters
they wear strange hands
they walk through the houses
at night their daughters
do not know them

2

who is there to protect her
from the hands of the father
not the windows which see and
say nothing not the moon
that awful eye not the woman
she will become with her
scarred tongue who who who the owl
laments into the evening who
will protect her this prettylittlegirl

3

if the little girl lies
still enough
shut enough
hard enough
shapeshifter may not
walk tonight
the full moon may not
find him here
the hair on him
bristling
rising
up

4

the poem at the end of the world
is the poem the little…

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