"The Quadruped in Question"

I had posted all them snaps from my outing to the park on my FB page. One comrade asked if the Deer or whatever she/he/other is. 

He asked if it was a statue.

That, and was there an art instillation of assorted Quadrupeds spread around Prospect Park.

My reply, "...Nope."

(I've got good at this tiny art shit.)

As I mentioned either here or somewhere. We should keep our stuff tiny, and easily movable. This so we can scram at a moments notice.  Times being what they are.

I noted that we should keep our favorite ponies in our pockets. 

This as well as the body of our demented works.

This is why Our Buddy Jebus invented Memory Sticks.

There's that hidden text where he invented "Free Tuition" too, but another sermon for another time.

"A Life"

I've been reading, and watching the push back against the

Transgender realms.

They have persons that now regret their change railing against the flavor of the month trend for Trannies. 

I find myself in sympathetic to them. If not the forces behind them.

The Change is forever. You can't reverse it.

Something so primal so,...Human must be considered with profound care. Extreme care. The Culture Wars have distorted this like everything else it touches. It's 'not' a lifestyle choice.

We are born what we are.

There's Seven Billions of us running around loose these days.

All with unique orientations, and gender identities. 

Think of that. At best the world 'may' accepted two orientations.

The other Seven Billions plus are on their own.

When I was a boy I was what was then called a Sissy.

I was, but I was also boy, and liked being one. I liked being one so much I 'liked' other boys too,...in all sorts of ways.

Today would well meaning people steer me to Change?

Does Sissy equal Trannie?

Eh,...no.

Being Trans is to have Two Souls.

Native peoples all through history so saw this.

These folks were Special.

Who do you think the first Shamans were?

That, and what would all them Trannie coffee mug makers 

do for a living without them?!

This post is to say that if you're going there be thoughtful be careful be kind,...especially to ya self. This is primal human stuff, and you can't change it back,...it's for life.

I think by now many of us have Trannie folks in our lives. 

They seem happy. 

However sometimes a tragic mistake is made.

So be fucking sure!

Don't let the flavor of the month media jerks or Nazi religious nuts get in your head. This is your life use it well.

Bless you all.

"In Other News,..."

"Spider Monsters from Outer Space Invade"

Everyone ignores invasion, and goes about their business.

Space Monsters said to be really disappointed.

Alien press rep "Gort" sez on CNN,...

"We were expecting 'some' notice. I mean being Invading Monsters, and all. Com'on we watched your TV for over 50 years 'least till you went digital. All the movies of Space Guys blowing ya planet to bits. 

That, and you shooting back even using A-Bombs!

Who wouldn't want some of that action?!

Well we gets here, and nothing.

No screaming crowds no jets no tanks no frigging A-Bombs!

Most so far is people taking selfies with us getting a bunch of parking tickets, and cops towing our Saucers away.

Well okay there was them Nazi gun nuts in Texas.

They shot at us for a while. However when we told them we wasn't Mexicans. They drove away.

????

WTF!

Gort later asked Fox News if they could be put in touch with whoever was in charge. This so they could declare war on him.

He, (?), he was told the whole world had already done this.

Lady above walks her dog past confused Space Monster.

More on the Invasion as it pans out.

When reached for comment about Space Aliens entering the country. #45 asked if they spoke English or were White.

The Defense Department said, "...yes, and no."

Stay Tuned.

"Hope"

This is a photo I took of the statue of sitting America.

This in front of the Old Customs House.

Lower Manhattan.

Seeing this always tells me that our Republic has, and will withstand the storms of History. No matter if from war or our own Mistakes.

We are a nation of Hopes.

"9/11"

I have no specific religious or spiritual path,...mostly. Yet I find myself praying. That or at least trying to find my centered calm. Finding my better self, and trying to act on it.

This for all around me family nation the world even myself.

We as most know too well are on a knife's edge.

Much as the world was leading up to 1914, and later the 30's. 

Now is the time for us all of us to adhere to the brighter impulses of what Lincoln called our "Better Angels".

Find them honor them act on them.

Amen.

(9/11 lights behind Trinity Church. I snapped them years ago.)

"Time, and Again"

If I had a Time Machine I'd go back to the Summer of 1962. 

'...August 18th 1962 Brooklyn, President Street. I ring the bell my mother opens the door. 56 years separate us, but she knows who I am. I spend an afternoon,...home. 

I'm careful not to disturb the time stream so tell her little of the future. Well other than we had, past tense for me, a Negro President. That, and we have or will have robots driving around Mars.

She's not surprised.

I'm introduced to my sisters, and brother, still children, as a distant cousin of hers. I'm not there. I chose or again will chose a time I'm not there. My dad is at work. 

I help her make dinner. She tells me of an upcoming wedding. One which for me is 56 years old, and with great grand children.

I tell my mother I never married. She said she didn't think I would. She told me she knows I'm "different". We laugh.