Monday, April 07, 2014

Old Blogger's Fan Letter.

review of my oldest blog, by Anonymous, a regular follower of thebroadsside.blogspot.com "May I simply just say what a relief to uncover someone that truly knows what they're talking about on the web. You definitely know how to bring a problem to light and make it important. A lot more people need to read this and understand this side of your story. It's surprising you're not more popular since you certainly possess the gift."

Sunday, March 30, 2014

memo to Anonymous

Compliments from advertizers are spammed and deleted from trash bin.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Lucky Karma

I am 65 and it’s taken me this long to realize that I’ve succeeded in living my chosen lifestyle of a radical Feminist/HipiWitch, feeling like a trespasser, challenging status quo pseudo-values, nursing the best Magic, following a discipline of Grace. I don’t think I’m gonna live as long as my well-doctored parents have, but my only discomfort is worrying about leaving my last BlackDog a widow. I thank the Goddess for Garlic and Valerian and Cinnamon, Cannabis, Aspirin, and Grape juice. I thank the Fates for my Sister Pegasus, and the opportunity I’ve been given to contribute to our harbor and mutual understanding in our elder years, how ever many we are lucky enough to have together. I thank my Lucky Stars that I didn’t succumb to being average. I am grateful for deciding young to follow the Beat of the Different Drummer.

I am Glad, NOT Gay.

I am 65 and it’s taken me this long to realize that I’ve succeeded in living my chosen lifestyle of a radical Feminist/HipiWitch, feeling like a trespasser, challenging status quo pseudo-values, nursing the best Magic, following a discipline of Grace. I don’t think I’m gonna live as long as my well-doctored parents have, but my only discomfort is worrying about leaving my last BlackDog a widow. I thank the Goddess for Garlic and Valerian and Cinnamon, Cannabis, Aspirin, and Grape juice. I thank the Fates for my Sister Pegasus, and the opportunity I’ve been given to contribute to our harbor and mutual understanding in our elder years, how ever many we are lucky enough to have together. I thank my Lucky Stars that I didn’t succumb to being average. I am grateful for deciding young to follow the Beat of the Different Drummer.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Service Dog Registration

SERVICE DOG REGISTRATION Name: Shoshoni Lill’ian Type: ChowXService Dog, b.2002 Handler: MorganaSage a.k.a.Sheryl Williams cellfone # 478-320-0983

Thursday, February 13, 2014

FaceBook Excerpts re: Escape from the South

My son in Texas claimed my golfcart, so living in Tecopa while Kathy is laid up, is NOT possible for me at my advanced stage of Rheumatoid arthritis, up from my toes. I'm planning with Lisa Schade to land in Bishop, and volunteer to nurse orphans at her I CARE rescue facility. Just got my retirement benefits coming in, so I will be able to afford California rents, and taxi rides to the grocery store, and play with Lillian in her last years with her desert clans. Jon Zellhaufer was the town's only?landlord, but he's been missing in Florida for years, so there must be squatters at downtown. these days, probably nesting with my household stash that I left behind.

Monday, October 28, 2013

I'm not Gay OR Straight...I'm a Saphonic Poet/Catholic Nun

Jahnean has a new bumpber sticker on her WindStar...something political about gays and straights, that is embarrassing because it overlooks Lesbian Feminism...so typical of the masculinist Southern homo community.
from Wikipedia: The sexual revolution in the 1970s introduced the differentiation between identity and sexual behavior for women. Many women took advantage of their new social freedom to try new experiences. Women who previously identified as heterosexual tried sleeping with women, though many maintained their heterosexual identity. However, with the advent of second wave feminism, lesbian as a political identity grew to describe a social philosophy among women, often overshadowing sexual desire as a defining trait. A militant feminist organization named Radicalesbians published a manifesto in 1970 entitled "The Woman-Identified Woman" that declared "A lesbian is the rage of all women condensed to the point of explosion". Militant feminists expressed their disdain with an inherently sexist and patriarchal society, and concluded the most effective way to overcome sexism and attain the equality of women would be to deny men any power or pleasure from women. For women who subscribed to this philosophy—dubbing themselves lesbian-feminists—lesbian was a term chosen by women to describe any woman who dedicated her approach to social interaction and political motivation to the welfare of women. Sexual desire was not the defining characteristic of a lesbian-feminist, but rather her focus on politics. Independence from men as oppressors was a central tenet of lesbian-feminism, and many believers strove to separate themselves physically and economically from traditional male-centered culture. In the ideal society, named Lesbian Nation, "woman" and "lesbian" were interchangeable. In 1980, poet and essayist Adrienne Rich expanded upon the political meaning of lesbian by proposing a continuum of lesbian existence based on "woman-identified experience". All relationships between women, Rich proposed, have some lesbian element, regardless if they claim a lesbian identity: mothers and daughters, women who work together, and women who nurse each other, for example. Such a perception of women relating to each other connects them through time and across cultures, and Rich considered heterosexuality a condition forced upon women by men. Several years earlier, DOB founders Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon similarly relegated sexual acts as unnecessary in determining what a lesbian is, by providing their definition: "a woman whose primary erotic, psychological, emotional and social interest is in a member of her own sex, even though that interest may not be overtly expressed"

Old Friend Vaughn says...

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.  I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.  Oh, not my body!  I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.  And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.  I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.  As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.    I don't chide myself  for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.   I   have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.  Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?  I will dance with  myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.  I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.  They, too, will get old.  I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just as   well forgotten. And I  eventually remember the important things.    Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.  How can your heart not break when you lose a loved  one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car?  But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion.  A heart never broken is pristine and   sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.  So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.     As you get  older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other  people think.  I don't question myself anymore.Quest-ioning One's Self is rudder worship. Sage says so, says so!!!         I've even earned the right to be wrong.   So, to answer your question, I  like being old. It has set me free.    I like the person I have become.  I am not going to live forever,   but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.  And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)