I awoke to this. The Govenor of Florida is at war with the House of the Mouse aka 'Disney World'. This because da Mouse and assorted faeries and princesses stands for orientational rights for all. If a Govenor approves bigotry, it unleashes the worse. A Florida digital traffic sign was hacked and altered to "KILL ALL GAYS". In bright orange.

First, they burn books then they burn people.

In da context of Trans grooming as the end of the world. I saw Bugs Bunny in drag dozens of times. That didn't put me in a dress. Turned me Queer but not Drag. ...mostly. Tho' watching Mary Martin play Peter Pan told me I could fly. Only reason I didn't my folks would have kicked my butt for cutting through the window screen. Otherwise, I would have flown to Disneyland as I planned. I'd have worn an ACME cape too. This Venial sin inspired by Peter Cedric Smith

May 7, 2020. From my COVID Journals.

While at Deli this late evening besides new masks and plastic gloves. I got a baby Bonsai tree. Actually, it was given me by the clerk. It apparently had been there since the holidays. I'd noticed it for months. She said if anyone after all that time ever tried to buy it she'd give it to them. I did, and she did. Kindness heartfulness all over the place these days. I got ice cream too...non-sugar in honor of the tree's birthday. The little deer was living in my kitchen draw. She likes the tree better

 

 

Once upon a dream

I had my own little shop. It was in the open air yet enclosed. Walls came, and went as did roof, and sky. It was full of cute gewgaws' I’d collected or made over the years. Toys figures books clothing with bright images. A personal fun sort of shop. All was for trade or free.

When I made things back in the day. I made them to give. I only sold when I needed supplies to make more. In the dream there was a Dino section all mixed with little doll folks' cars, and such. Just like the Evangelicals, and the Flintstones said there were.

There was a Cat she took care of this dream place when I was awake. When I dreamed, I'd be there chatting with folks as they came or tidying up…dusting arraigning. Cat was in the office doing the books as I puttered. The shop shifted to open air. A wind came. Blowing the leaves of my books rippling the dresses on the dolls. It rained, but nothing got wet. It just poured and poured. Cat, and I sat, and watched. Dry as two pebbles a sunny day.  

Dreams may be the only innocent place in the world.

 

The Viet Nam War officially ended 41 years ago this week. From Chuck Larson: "To those who were grabbed up and thrown into it because they were draft age or poor. To those who came back full of shrapnel and nightmares. Most especially to those who never came back at all...whether in body, mind, or in spirit...salute." My brother John came home but as my mother said: "They took my son and sent home a stranger."