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A bark with bite…

“True adulthood… is a difficult beauty, an intensely hard won glory, which commercial forces and cultural vapidity should not be permitted to deprive you of.”
 
-Toni Morrison
 
A culture that ‘fetishizes youth’ is exactly the one we live in… the older and wiser, the more knowledgeable I become, about self and the world, the more valuable I am to others… but: this is precisely when they begin to devalue much of what I have to say… …interesting, that when a great deal of what I had to give was simply loud bark without substance, no bite, they all paid attention… it is little wonder that the Hitlers of the world, like what’s his fuck in the USA, get where they do…we exclude the input of those who know in the decision making.
~Marcela: thinking out loud on real and present adulthood. 

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Parker’n me II – The Culvert

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The roar of the culvert
spewing forth the runoff,
raging like the internal and external storms
of the night previous,
temporarily assuages my tinnitus and pressure addled brain,
with this other,
din.

I walk on
leaving the culvert behind, and,
with the relentless vengeance of the intruders in my body,
they cut anew; the razor-sharp edges of my current reality
and I wonder:
why I still choose to live this wounded and broken,
life(?).

Parker, Dorothy that is, in all her glory and folly
calls on me, again, to live another day
for while increasingly troublesome,
my vision endeavors to see, that “cherry bough gone white with Spring,”
and so I walk on, desperately seeking;
the next “prettiest, thing.”

~Marcela: not done yet, according to Parker anyway.
02, 02, 2020

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Love is Not About Ownership

One of the greatest things I have learned in the course of my entanglement with the Sailor, is that true intimacy, and anything even resembling love, of any quality or depth, in any kind of relationship, cannot, absolutely cannot, be about ownership, or the expectation of filling other’s voids, needs, even.
~Marcela.

His language is a little more flowery than I am generally fond of, but he was a very, very wise man, I’ve been reading him since I was a kid, but only relatively recently, come to appreciate, understand, his teachings:

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond[age] of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”
-Khalil Gibran

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (11)

11- 11 x 6 million sheople following 1 orange piper

On the 11th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
11 x 6000000 sheople following an orange pied piper
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 23, 2019


Photo Credit (edited-M.Y.M.): 
https://2big2fall.wordpress.com/trump-sheep-one-e/

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (10)

9-(ish) Leaping Chippendales

On the 10th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 22, 2019

 

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The 12 Days of Crass-mess (9)



On the 9th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 21, 2019


Photo credit: Atomic Bombshells 
https://www.thestranger.com/events/41781863/
the-atomic-bombshells-injadore-a-burlesque-valentine 

 

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The 12 Days of Crass-mess (8)

8-Old Maid Starter Seeds
On the 8th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics 
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 19, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (7)



On the 7th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 19 , 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (6)

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On the 6th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics 
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 18 , 2019

 

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (5)

GoldThong
On the 5th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 17, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (4)

On the 4th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 16, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (3)

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             On the 3rd day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me 
                         3 French fry gift cards
                             2 xmas turtle pics
      and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree

~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 15, 2019

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (2)

On the 2nd day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me,
2 xmas turtle pics
and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree...
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 14, 2019.

 

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The Twelve Days of Crass-mess (1)

1-Automated Phone Tree

On the 1st day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me,
a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree...
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 13, 2019.

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Flying a Cherry-Blossom Flag on Remembrance Day

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Flying a Cherry-Blossom Flag on Remembrance Day

What a misguided world… Someone else’s suffering cannot buy our freedom, bombing and terrorizing other countries/cultures cannot bring peace.

I do not argue that people like Hitler and Tojo need(ed) to be stopped, but war is an every day thing now. We have actively engaged/supported WW III for many, many years.

Weaponized peace-keeping is an oxymoron at best and a travesty at worst, and most of the world’s ongoing and newly erupting wars are still about what war has always been about: ethnicity, religion, and greed; the quest for resources, whether life sustaining like water, or ‘deemed’ valuable (fossil fuels etc) by modern economic systems, driven by political structures and power mongers in industry, who pull politician’s puppet strings.

When someone chooses to go into ‘service,’ especially in this day and age of voluntary service, they choose. Operative word. Just like I chose human services. Also a ‘front line.’ I am traumatized daily by the level of disregard for people, their basic human dignity, rights and needs, people just like you and me.

So those who choose the military, get no more and no less respect/gratitude from me, than anyone else making a living doing what they have chosen to do. It was not all those service men who died in WW I or WW II who bought our ‘freedom,’ it was a couple of nuclear bombs dropped on the ‘every day’ people of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

And before you jump down my throat, know that my heart bleeds for all of them who gave up their lives or lost everything in the great wars of the past, and those of today. My own father gave up his life as the result of a political battle, so that my mother, brother and I could live in a ‘democracy.’

My heart bleeds for all of us, daily. And for today, I choose to ‘fly’ a Cherry Blossom Flag, instead.

~Marcela: Cherry Blossoms Flying High
November 11, 2019

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