Talkin’ About a Whole Lotta Nothing

Saturday, right?  That means a video, right?  Well, that’s what you’re getting.  Have fun!

Moving On From the Week

It’s that time again!  Time for a half hour of my video opining!  And make sure you have your big girl panties on…

It’s My Party…

Well, that didn’t turn out the way I expected.

Needless to say things did not go as I had wanted.  By about eleven thirty I knew what was going to happen, so I left the party I was at and walked home.  I didn’t cry walking home: I was already cried out by that time.  I pretty much knew what to expect when I woke up, but what I didn’t expect was the state that I worked so hard to keep blue had flipped in the middle of the night.  Yeah, that’s not a good feeling.

So I’m sure there’s going to be a lot of people who are thinking this is going to be the bees knees and things are going to get back to the way they used to be.  And that’s what really bothers me: things will get back to the way they used to be.  I’m old enough to remember how they used to be–and they weren’t all that fucking great.  Particularly if you are white, male, or Christian.  Well, at least I have one of those properties covered…

I don’t have any answers.  I know a lot of people are going to try to frame this as the common man doing away with the political establishment.  What is really going to turn into is a lot of hate, a lot of misery, and a lot of turning back the clocks to get rid of things that some of us fought for fifty years to put into place.  It really makes it hard to be optimistic about the future when you think about this, because to me, this is really nothing more than the last grasp of the Angry White Man trying to get back felt was his.  And now that it seems that they’ve got it, shit is likely to get real dark in the next few years as they struggle to hold on to it.

Are we going to see a rise of the protests we had in the 1960s?  Going up against the newly militarized police that we have, these could turn and real bloodbaths.  I don’t know if that’s going to happen: too many people have gotten use to hashtagging their protest because it’s a hell of a lot easier to do while you’re sipping a latte at Starbucks.  I missed out on all the protest of the 1960s and 70s, but I damn sure remember them.  I remember people getting shot; I remember people getting teargased.  I’m not sure if this generation’s up for that sort of thing, and I know my generation’s too goddamned old for that.  But who knows: maybe I still have something left in me.  Maybe, at my age, with my suicidal impulses, I won’t give a shit if I get shot protesting for rights I shouldn’t have to protest anymore.

This was supposed be a happy day for me.  Today was one year ago that I change both my name and my gender marker.  I was really looking forward to the future living out my life is personal and supposed to be.  Today, who the hell knows?  I know I’ll make it until my daughter’s graduation, because I want to see her graduate.  After that, though?  We’ll see.  I’ll see if it’s worthwhile going on.

They say it’s darkest before the dawn, but I think this because a lot of people have things turned around due to getting off of Daylight Savings Time.

Right now everything seems dark to me.

Making the Day of It

Short and sweet today, as I worked from seven to five last night, went back over for a few hours of Get Out The Vote training–and helped get things organized around the office–then headed over for the debate party where I had some excellent food and company.

And wine.  Don't forget the wine.

And wine. Don’t forget the wine.

The location was Crawdaddy’s, a new place in The Burg and a really good one.  I had a Shrimp Po’ Boy sandwich and it was hot and fresh, so I know I’ll be back.  Well, I won a $50 gift card, too, so I have to go back.

The debate starts and I have a good seat.

The Orange Dumpster verses the one I'm voting for.

The Orange Dumpster verses the one I’m voting for.

But it doesn’t take long for me to find myself losing patience with The Lying Pumpkin.

Bitch Face Mode:  ACTIVE.

Bitch Face Mode: ACTIVE.

By the end I discover that (1) Little Haiti in Florida is just like Haiti without the travel, (2) I’m not a puppet, you’re the puppet, (3) if I win it’s ’cause I’m awesome, but if I lose it’s ’cause shit is rigged, and (4) I’m a nasty woman.  So nasty.  The nastiest.  Bigly.

But I got home okay and didn’t get to bed until well after midnight and like it or not a fun time was had by all.

To be followed by our Get Out The Vote program, but that's another story.

To be followed by our Get Out The Vote program–do I look ready?

By tonight I should be able to get Kerry together with his Chestnut Girl.  I mean, it’s not like I’m working on an election tonight–

Right?

A Special Wednesday: Cheeky Little Witches

Well, now:  this is interesting times.  Not only am I doing two nights of phone banking at the PDP/HRC headquarters starting next week and through to the election, but I found out they wanted me to come in the weekend before the election to work the Get Out the Vote program because I’m one of the “more experienced callers” and I’m needed.

I had a good dinner to sort of celebrate for being recognized for something.  And, for the first time, I had a mojito:

Unlike Annie's, mine is real.

Unlike Annie’s mine is real.

It was so tasty I had two.

Speaking of Annie she’s finally gained entrance to Kerry’s bedroom, so for the first time he has a young lady caller enter his private sanctum.  And how does Annie like the place?

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

“No, I’ve seen a room that was reconstructed from your dreams. I want to see—” She wrapped he knuckles against the door. “I want to see the real room.”

“Well then—” Kerry stepped up and pushed open the door. “You may go in.”

Annie secured her purse upon he shoulder gave her soul mate a wide smile. “Thank you.” She sauntered inside with Kerry close behind. He closed the door and stood in silence as she looked about the space. She stopped before the nook where he kept his computer and did his writing, then crossed the room and examined his wardrobe. Finally she went over and stood at the foot of his bed for a moment before sitting down. She slipped her purse from her shoulder and handed it to Kerry before testing the firmness of the mattress. “Humm: comfortable.”

“It is.” He set Annie’s purse in his computer nook. “I usually sleep pretty good.”

“Given the intensity of your dreams I can only imagine.” She lay back and spread her arms to the side as she closed her eyes. After nearly ten seconds she let out a long sigh. “This is as nice as my bed.”

Kerry was actually pleased to hear that his three year old queen-size mattress was as nice as that oversize king-size canopy bed he’d seen in her dreamspace. “Thank you. I’m glad you approve.”

“I do.” Annie sat up and crossed her legs. “This would be a good bed upon which to conceive children.”

“Um—” He looked down, avoiding her gaze. “I wouldn’t know about—”

She snickered. “My love, you’re blushing.”

“Well, yeah.” He looked up sighing. “You’re talking about making babies on my bed.” Kerry shook his head. “I’m not going to get that out of my head now.”

“I wouldn’t want you to forget that.” Annie’s right leg began swinging back and forth. “Who knows? Maybe one day we can do the same on my bed at home.”

He rolled his eyes. “Right now I’d rather not talk about conceiving children—”

“Why not?” Her gaze shifted to the middle of his body for a few seconds. “It appears you’re almost ready.”

Hey.” Kerry half-turned away as he felt the rush of heat to his cheeks. “You’re not supposed to notice that.”

 

Annie!  You bad girl.  The other girls at Salem are likely joking about someone’s taste in clothing or music, but Annie’s joking about making babies and her boyfriend’s, um, natural reactions.  And she certainly ain’t shy about it, either.  Yeah, married life is gonna be fun for these two:

"I have my heart in my hands and babies in my belly. Let's get to work!"

“I have my heart in my hands and babies in my belly. We have work to do, my love!”

Umm…  something like that.  Maybe.

This is the first time that we’ve actually seen that maybe these kids aren’t total rocks when it comes to the ravages of puberty.  They both know how babies get made and just talking about it was enough to get Kerry into a–well, let’s say a delicate state that Annie was able to notice and smile about.  Yeah, spend a year and a half alone together and you grow up fast.  Not to mention they have something else going for them…

 

Annie said nothing while her soul mate regained his composure. She continued as soon as he was facing her again. “There’s no need for embarrassment, my love. With our relationship is there no mystery: it’s not as if we haven’t seen each other naked.”

“That doesn’t mean the words and images don’t have any affect on me.”

Annie smiled as she leaned forward. “Maybe I like seeing that effect.”

Kerry didn’t hold back his laugh. “You cheeky little witch.”

She turned a disapproving stare on him. “I’m not a witch, I’m your wife. But after what you just said, I’m not even sure I want to be that any more.”

He shook his head. “Too bad: you’re stuck with me.”

“Yes, I am.” She brushed back her hair as she beamed. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way, my love.” Annie glanced towards the close door. “May I ask something?”

Kerry sat to the right of his soul mate. “Sure.”

“When we climbed the stairs you avoided looking in the mirror on the landing. Why?”

He stared at the floor. “I don’t want to be reminded that one of these days I’m gonna see someone else in that mirror.”

 

And right there I get my “Princess Bride” quote out of the way, which I said will appear in every novel.  And we’re reminded that once you’ve seen your partner naked, even if it came in a vision, you never forget that moment.

But now we’re discovering Kerry is more than a little bothered about the next big event that’s going to occur in his life.  Since the trailer makes it clear this won’t happen at home he doesn’t have to worry about the shitstorm that would come with the Malibey Home being invaded in the middle of the night by a bunch of people from The Foundation, but he doesn’t know that.

And we’ll hear some of those concerns soon…