Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Words, You Are Failing Me...

I’m just going to rant a little. I already know that the subject I’m going to type about is touchy, so I am apologizing in advance. I am going to say some words that some people may be offended by, but please be assured that my intent is the opposite of offense. I apologize in advance for using these words that offend, but I have a point and a valid reason for using them.

I have to say that I am, as a wordsmith, unhappy with the trend in history, to take words that had a different meaning as our language developed, as use them in a way that doesn't even follow the word's original intent or meaning. People, you have ruined some words beyond all recognition.

For example, the word "fairy". A fairy, by Webster's definition, is a "tiny graceful imaginary being in human form, with magic powers". Not one thing about a human person's sexual preference! Yet, can I say that I like fairies, or he or she looks like a fairy? OMG, No! Someone ruined that word, using it to mean gay. Whoever you are, I despise you, word ruiner!

"Fairy" does not mean gay! “Fag” does not mean gay! “Faggot” does not mean gay! Arrgh~!

A "Fag” is a verb. It means to be tired from working hard, as in "I'm so fagged out right now from working late shift for 18 hours."

"Faggot" means "a bundle of sticks or twigs to be used as fuel to start or keep a fire going" as in the sentence " gather me a faggot or two, so I have enough WOOD to start a FIRE."

"Gay" for that matter means "joyous and lively, merry" or "bright; brilliant" Yes, it also now says "homosexual", but it didn't used to say it, dammit! I want to be able to say "I had a gay time at the party!" & "These Christmas lights are so gay and cheery!"

I understand the change in the word “bitch” from female dog, to female, period. But how did it ever come to mean “a woman regarded as bad-tempered or malicious” as in “she’s so bitchy, she set my car on fire”? And yes I say bitchy myself, but I have a hard time calling someone a bitch, unless they actually are bad-tempered & malicious!

A friend of mine was called another name I despise the use of. "Dike" does NOT mean a mannish lesbian! A dike is "an embankment or dam made to prevent flooding by the sea". If a man or woman (or “two-spirited” (bi)) is big/small cute/ugly or WHATEVER, there is no need to be cruel in a person’s description, either to them personally, or to anyone else. There is such a thing as karma, whether you call it that or not, or believe in it or not, things will ALWAYS ‘bite you in the ass’ sooner or later, and the shitty things you do to someone will come back one day to put you on the other end of the shitty stick.


The N word is next, and I will tell you that this word use has irritated me greatly. It has caused all kinds of word repercussions, so that I have to watch who I even say the word “boy” to! This is ridiculous. If you are African-American, I apologize for all the people who have hurt your race so, that words actually do hurt you. I grew up with the term “black” for people of color, but really that is incorrect as well. I would only use a color to describe the tone of a person’s skin, as in “she had a caramel tan” or “her skin was like melted chocolate”. However growing up saying “black” people & “white” people is what I am used to, so sometimes it will slip in.  I also don’t usually say African-American, sorry. I actually don’t care what color a person’s skin color is anymore than I care what religion a person is, or what sexual preference a person has. All that ever matters to me are ‘is this person kind or hateful to me’ if kind, I reciprocate; if hateful, I ignore, block or, in threat of my life, exterminate.

Back to my original point. The “N Word” “Nigger” DOES NOT MEAN A PERSON OF DARK COLORED SKIN!!!!!!! Dammit! A “Niggard” is a “stingy person, miser” as in “Ebenezer Scrooge & Scrooge McDuck are both niggards.”  To” niggle” is “to be finicky” as in “My cat is such a niggler, he only eats tuna” and “niggling” is “of little importance.” For example, “I don’t always capitalize my i’s because it is too niggling. Spell Check will do it for me.”

 As far as I can find, the actual word “nigger” means a person who is lazy, a good-for-nothing, as in “I really don’t want my son to grow up to be a nigger, but right now all he ever does is sleep, and he can’t keep a job. I think he stole some money out of my purse last week!”

Some ignoramus back in history screwed up all those words when he/she/they started using that words for slaves of other colors. If I could go back in time, I would slap the shit out of you word murderers! You horrible word ruiners! How dare you!

I never say the “N-word” It is ruined. I hate that people use it and all these other words to hurt others with. “Sticks & Stones will break my bones; but words will never hurt me” isn’t true.

Words hurt; words can leave lasting scars on peoples psyche and soul.

I detest all the hate in the world. I really do care about all of you fellow monsters and human beings. I wish there was an easy button to fix everything, and make people realize that we are all the same color underneath our skin, and that our religions and governments are ALL screwed up. We shouldn’t be flinging hate with our words and our fists! If you don’t like a person, just stay away from them, or tell them politely to leave you be. (And yeah, I know, that doesn’t always work.)
 Unfortunately, our humanity is making us all forget that we are more than just bags of flesh. We are more than our skin color, or nationality, our religions, our sexual preferences, or are locations in the world. We, each of us, are individuals, made of genetic materials that form a being with a mind & a heart & a spirit. No matter where you think you’ll go when you die, or what you think will happen to you, you really just don’t know, do you?

So whether you think this life is all we get, or not, or whether there is heaven, hell, Valhalla, whatever, why spend your days causing misery to yourself, your family, your friends, and your daily communication with the world in general? Don’t let yourself be filled with hate towards your fellow humans! Hate will only destroy you, physically, mentally or otherwise, in the end.

And leave my words alone! Dammit!


Monday, September 27, 2010

my lady gaga's monster parody & letter



Dear @ladygaga
I hope that you see this letter. I have written a song “parody” for you, should you ever desire to try a Sesame Street appearance. I know that @katyperry was lately cut off of the show, mostly due to overreactive parents, which is really a shame.  I have written this song with that in mind, it is a completely G rated song suitable for 2-5 years old children. I hope you will indulge me in asking you to let me set up a mental picture for you of the way I imagine this song would play out, as if it were a video.
You would be dressed in a gown of fruits, vegetables, grains, meat, a la the Food pyramid. Long lettuce, kale, bok choy and other leafy greens should be your sleeves and on the high collar of this gown. For obvious reasons, I would want this gown to cover you from neck to knee at least, with awesome bread & grain boots. On your head you wear a hat, Carmen Miranda style, but instead of fruit, this hat would be made of cake and cookies. This would be the reason that The Cookie Monster is after your hat (in the song I have written).
Your good friend in the song should be, at least in my opinion, @katyperry. I think she should come back for another chance to be seen on Sesame Street, and also I think that the two of you working with the Muppets would be awesome. It would also make sense in the song I wrote, since she would have “seen him ‘round before”.
I will leave it up to you how the actual scenes of the song on Sesame Street would go, but I am imagining a dinner party, with you, @katyperry, a lot of other Muppets, and Cookie monster of course. He can’t take his eyes off your hat, makes a mess of the dinner party, etc, scenes of you trying to get him to eat better, him eating cookies in bed, and in the end, after he finally eats a healthy meal, you take off your hat, and you two share dessert.
My husband, kids, & I came up with this song one day, (well, parts of it), while on a long car ride. I play your songs to the point that we all know the words to all of them, but my family is a bunch of comedian/musicians, so parody songs easily pop into our minds. I hope you take no offence at the following song, for I wrote it all out, and am posting it here with the best of intentions. I will RT and beg all monsters to RT this letter, if you guys think that my song is good, and you’d love to see @ladygaga & @katyperry (please?) to be on Sesame Street singing this, please, pass it on, DM it to her, @ladystarlighny, @luccarl and anyone else you can think of!
I know you must have grown up watching at least some sesame street, @ladygaga I’m sure most of your monsters have seen something of it, at least. I grew up watching it, I was there when Mr. Hooper was still alive, I was there when he passed away. Sesame Street and The Muppet Show were a big part of my life when I was little. It was part of my kids lives when they were little.  I would love to see you on the Sesame Street. I would like @katyperry to get another chance. I would like it if some of those over-reactive parents could see this and say ‘that was really great!” and become your fans because of it. And even better, you could do it for charity. Why? Because it would make it even more meaningful.
I love you @ladygaga. I hope you read this, and I hope you like the song. Its syllabatry fits right along with the music of the original, just listen to it as you read my lyrics. I beg forgiveness, should any be necessary. I also have ideas for the video of the original “Monster” song. Should you ever choose to follow me, I would DM them all to you for your perusal.
With sincere love & gratitude from a 35 year old mom of two,
Yours always, all ways,
Lady Kitsune, The Countess of Crows

*song follows…
The Lady Gaga/Cookie Monster song

My name is Gaga
You need to eat healthier, you know. 
Quit looking at my hat!          
 Eat your veggies!           
       
He wants my hat 
 He wa-a-a-nts my hat
(You Cookie monster)

He wants my hat
He wants to eat my hat
(You amaze me)
He wants my hat 
 He wa-a-a-nts my hat
(Laughs)
He wants my hat
He wants to eat my hat
(You Cookie monster)
Look at him
Look at me
His diets bad, and honestly
he has snacks on his mind
and he just wont eat with “healthy” on his mind



I asked my good friend if she'd seen him round before
She mumbled something while we got down on the floor baby
I cooked him dinner once, he ate all that and more
He ate all the junk food up, I know him, yeah!
That thing is a monster
(A cookie Monster)
That thing is a monster
(A cookie Monster)
That thing is a monster
(A cookie Monster)
That thing is a monster
Er-er-er-er

He wants my hat
(I love that girl)
He wants to eat my hat!
(Wanna eat with her, she cooks so well!)
He wants my hat
(I love that girl!)
He wants to eat my hat!
(Wanna eat with her, she cooks so well!)


He licked his chops
Said to me
“Your hat looks good enough to eat!”
Put his arms around me
Said "Boy now get your paws right off me!"

I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you round before
She mumbled something while we got down on the floor baby
I cooked him dinner once, he ate all that and more
He ate all the junk food, I know him, yeah!

That thing is a monster
(A cookie Monster)
That thing is a monster
A cookie Monster)
That thing is a monster
(A cookie Monster)
That thing is a monster
Er-er-er-er

He wants my hat
(I love that girl)
He wants to eat my hat!
(Wanna eat with her, she cooks so well!)
He wants my hat
(I love that girl!)
He wants to eat my hat!
(Wanna eat with her, she cooks so well!)

He wants to eat junk foods, junk foods instead
he even eats cookies in bed
He wants to eat junk foods, junk foods instead
he even eats cookies in bed


I wanna Eat Right
But he ate junk food  instead
Uh oh! He got cookie crumbs in the bed
we cooked good meals just for him,
You can have dessert too
But too much junk food’s not good for you!

Uh oh uh oh
He wants my hat
(I love that girl)
He wants to eat my hat!
(Wanna eat with her, she cooks so well!)
He wants my hat
(I love that girl!)
He wants to eat my hat!
(Wanna eat with her, she cooks so well!)
That thing is a monster
(A cookie Monster)
That thing is a monster
(A cookie Monster)
That thing is a monster
Er-er-er-er

*repeat to end


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

This Life Sucks...

The fox looks up from/
the bottom of the well. She/
sees the sides are high

her claws ragged and/
broken from trying so hard/
she only wants out


I am so tired. i haven't slept well in days. When i do sleep i dream vivid, unhappy dreams. When I'm awake, i have to push myself to get even the smallest tasks done.

I feel so useless. i am tired of being sick. I am tired of being poor. i am tired of not being able to get a job. there are no jobs. The jobs that are, i can't do, because they will make me more sick. Catch-22...

I have Celiac disease. For those of you who don't know, that means i cannot digest anything with wheat, barley, rye or oats in it. There is a gluten protien strand in these grains that shuts down my digestive system. so no cake, no cookies, no sandwiches, NO fast food of any kind. Plus, no soy sauce, no modified food starch, no grain distilled drinks. No pizza. No brownies. no. no. NO!

If i even eat something that has been cooked on the same pan or fried in the same grease, it will make me horribly, violently SICK. I will start hurting within an hour; headaches, nausea and upset stomach doesn't even begin to describe the pain I endure for the next 24-72 hours after eating or even breathing in any kind of gluten. Horrible, Stabbing knifing pains.Let's leave the description vague. Let's just say me and la toilete are wonderfully close friends...and the worse part? There is no cure,it's genetic, and most of the medicines persribed to help the pain are MODIFIED FOOD STARCH BASED! Can you say STUPID?

On top of my Celiac disease, I also have IBS, (Irritable bowel syndrome) so you never know just what food might set that one off, and GERD (Gastro-Esophagial Reflux Disease)so the acid in my stomach may decide to take a different route "out" than normal whenever the mood takes it.

And on top of that I get migranes and pressure headaches. Migranes are self explanitory, pressure headaches have to do with weather front moving in our direction. It feels like the entire sky is on my head. I'm not talking about an "ow, my head hurts a little" headache. I'm talking about a "just beat me senseless, so I won't feel the pain anymore" headaches.

And on top of THAT I have an anxiety/stress disorder. That basically means I am constantly fighting both rational and irrational anxieties, from 'where are we going to get the money to pay next month's bills' to "I can't answer that phone! i might have to TALK to someone!' to'I think all the people in the store are watching every move I make and laughing up their sleeves at me!'

I honestly cannot handle being in a large store (like Walmart or Best Buy) for more than an hour, two at the most, because all the noise of people talking, kids crying, and machines beeping will make me freak out. And when I say freak out, boy do I mean FREAK OUT!!!

So, I'm writing all this out to tell you, my nonexistant audience, why? Basically I'm tired of laying in bed, wishing I was gone from here. Not dead. Just somewhere far away from all the stress. I have no one to vent to. I really don't have friends. I guess I'm not much of a people person, unless i'm typing to them. ha.

See, since I have all these problems, and can't get a job, my poor bear has to support us by himself. $500 a week is not much to live off of. This place we live doesn't have a better opportunity for him. He is stuck where he is, and his boss knows it. So no raise for years. This doesn't not make for a happy Bear.

We can't move, because we live with my grandmother, who needs us here. And just WHERE could we move, with no money to move with?

So I have been feeling more and more useless as my kids have grown up. All I do is wash clothes, clean house, lather rinse repeat...and to top it off, the pressure of his job and no extra $ (which we maybe would have if I could get a job that wouldn't fire me for having more sick days than work days) has stressed my Bear out to the point where he is starting to accuse me of being "unequally balanced" with him, that he is doing all the work, and i am doing nothing, that I do things "half-assed", that I don't care about us, that I am not trying hard enough to help, and that I am setting a bad example for the kids, and that basically i am useless. I KNOW that he doesn't mean that. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. AND what do you think that does to my anxiety level? And what does THAT do to my poor digestive tract? Catch-22, catch-22..

So what CAN i do?  I can sew, I design costumes, and when I can, I try to make them. I can draw fairly well, but living with an 89 year old grandmother who is also an artist doesn't make for a very creative atmosphere. And there just aren't that many opportunities in the costuming department...

Obviously I can write, but writing doesn't pay quickly or well until your'e established. I can sing, but I would be so nervous to get up in front of someone to sing, that, well, I'd puke or pass out. Or both.

I am planning to go back to college (again) to get a CNA licsense, so that when my grandmother truly needs care I can at least get paid for that.

I'm glad i can talk to some of you monsters on twitter. it helps a little to know i am at least giving encouragement to someone, helping someone! Sometimes, though, I want to yell and scream to some of those kids "Oh My God, you think it's so bad you have to go to school, or your mom won't let you do this or your dad won't stop talking at you! Try living MY shitty life! Try not eating anything without it RUNNING through your body! Try living with a big growly bear who's job is shit and whose boss is paying slave wages to because he knows there isn't anywhere else to go! Try living with an extreme southern baptist 89 year old stubborn as hell grandma who still sees you as a little kid, and who will only ever take advice from a man! Try having two kids(who ARE great, BTW) who you can't buy new clothes for, and have to take them to fucking Goodwill to get them clothes for school! Try laying in bed at night, at 4 am crying, because your husband vented all his frustrations out by telling YOU how useless you are and how you don't contribute to the family. Try having your access to any money at all taken away because some Bear is afraid you'll spend what little we have on "junk". Try being told to stay out of the way when some BEAR is talking and to not interupt, and oh yeah, why the hell did you do that anyway, it was so fucking stupid!

I'd run away, if I knew where to go. And I'd never leave my kids anyway.

I almost wish we were on a deserted island, so we could just eat monkeys and coconuts and wear grass skirts and not give a fuck about money anymore. Except I've been watching 'Lost' lately so i'm kind of put out on the island idea...

Yes, I still have my sense of humor. I'd hock it if it were worth anything...

Monday, August 23, 2010

Painful past mistake...

Foxgirl's brain has stopped/
she wanted to write something/
diff.er.ent from this/

but getting followed/
by Luc Carl has made her/
thoughts tie up in knots...

And who knows if anyone will read this anyway...

I was reading Luc's blog about learning from mistakes.  See, I have one major problem( well, two) with Luc. No OFFENSE Luc, if you read this!!!

1. He gets to be Our Queen Mother Monster's consort, and I'm jealous! I wanna!!!  ;-)

Ok, really the only thing that bothers me about Luc, is that he reminds me so much of my big mistake,(name withheld) he looked like Luc, was a rocker like him, and I was a lonely little 17 year old glam goth...

Unfortunately for me, this guy was also a big time alcoholic. Now I don't care if people drink, but when your'e a mean drunk you should keep your fists to yourself! I won't go into the sordid details.  Long story short I endured two years of abuse; physical, mental & spiritual.

Somewhere during that time, I had my son.  This guy never would claim him, and I can't even say he was anything other than a biological donor, since sex with him had become more rape than anything.

By the time my son was 1 1/2, the situation took an even worse turn.  This guy started threatening to "kill that brat".  I had been protecting my son from him, mostly by keeping him with me 24/7, sleeping in the floor by his crib, etc. But now I found myself standing over this guy while he was sleeping with a cast iron frying pan in my hands, about to brain him.

Luckily, sanity returned in time, and I realized that this jerk wasn't worth going to jail for.  I started looking for a way out.  Before, when he would beat me, if I tried to call the police, he would rip the phone lines out of the walls.(this is before cell phones, peeps!) Hard and scary as it was, I waited until he left to go out. I can remember this so clearly, even today.  The Jerk hit me with a crumpled Dr. Pepper can. The sharp edges cut my forehead, and blood started gushing.  I "think" that might have freaked the jerk out a little, he hurt me a lot, but had never made me bleed before. He slunk out. I cried.

My sweet little baby boy saw the whole thing. He toddled over to me and gave me his frozen teething ring for my head, and held my hand. *BAM* like lightening I knew this was IT. I bolted the door, and shoved the couch in front of it. Then I FINALLY was able to call the cops.  Thank heaven for steel doors and heavy furniture!  The jerk was trying to bash the door in when the cops showed up. They took my statement, then asked if I wanted to press charges.  Knowing the jerk like I did, I thought for a minute, then said "if I never see you again, and you stay away from me and my son, I won't press charges, and I will NEVER ask you for any money." He hasn't showed up since then! 

It has been 15 years since this happened.  My son is now 16, and like I said before (in my first post) he is a musical genious, and a sweet, smart young man.

I have found my soulmate since then and we have a wonderful daughter (13). My Bear has always treated my son like his own child.  My son knows that he has a different biological parent, but he has only ONE father.  Your family is who loves you and raises you, NOT who donated the genetic material for you!

So, Luc, I apologize for the thoughts I had about you ( I won't type them, they were just jealous thoughts anyway!). It is not your fault you look like some Jerk I once knew. I wish you all the best, and I hope you are a good guy to Gaga.

  Please, just remember, that no matter how much you love her, she is the Queen Monster to all of us freaks, and we need her as much as you do!  We'll share if you will, but please don't ever make her abdictate her throne!

Foxgirl lopes offstage/
the shadows and wind cover/
the sound of her tears

Painful memories/
never really leave your mind/
abuse hurts for years...

Friday, August 20, 2010

My First Foray...

Fox waits in stillness/

for thoughts to arrive, silk wrapped/
in darkness and light...

She talks to herself/
knowing that she is having/
intelligent chat.

Fox wonders why her/
thoughts flee like moonbeams through claws/
when she wants to write...

Then reappear late/
to haunt her. Eyes wide open/
from twilight to dawn.



Lady Kitsune: Mythological Monster Fox hiding in my head…

Want to know what I look like? Well, I won’t show you an actual picture of me, for reasons I’ll get into later.

Imagine this girl here (yeah, you know who it is!) in ten years (if she stays out of that disgusting sunlight!)



Yes, I know it’s Gaga! I KNOW it’s not me. You will just have to use our imagination, because I am not showing you a real pic of me.

Reason 1: The rural southeastern area in which I live, is a very bigoted, prejudiced town. Now I am not saying all the people are bad, but the ones that are, swim at the shallow end of the gene pool and hate any change or difference in society, at both the micro and macro level. I do not want pitchfork carrying goons showing up at my door, or harassing my kids.

BUT I AM A LADY GAGA LOVER AND PROUD OF IT!

I BELIEVE IN FREEDOM AND EQUALITY FOR ALL PEOPLE! No one should be treated badly for their race, beliefs, or lifestyle decisions. Women are just as good as men, albeit for different reasons. That is what creates the balance, the yin and yang of souls, whatever body they inhabit. I believe that we are all the same color under our skin, that God (by whatever name you may choose to call him/her/IT) cannot be quantified or measured by our puny human standards. Therefore we should not judge whom God chose to talk to. And we humans should look at the overall message of any religion: DO GOOD TO OTHERS. Treat others as you wish to be treated yourself. Love your fellow humans. AND THEN, we humans should realize that time to GOD cannot be measured by human standards. AND THEN, we should realize that as soon as GOD (Or whatever you wish to call it) communicated with humans, they took what he said and added a plethora of things meant to control and subdue their fellow humans. I’m NOT picking on any one religion here; I’m encompassing every religion that man has EVER come up with. There is truth in them all. And then there is a bunch of useless political, social or religious population control in one form or another.

What has this done to our social evolution? In my opinion, it has bred generations of hate for one or another of our fellow human beings. Until we ALL decide that we can overcome the humanity we have added into our belief system, humans will always be finding excuses to tear one another apart.

READ YOUR HISTORY PEOPLE! Hate for each other has been here for 10,000 years, ever since we figured out what the pointy end of the stick could do. Overcome your instincts, and look into your spirit, your soul that each of you have. Does it not feel better to love and to care for others than to hate and hurt and kill? I know that a lot of organized religions teach that (GOD) is love. Well, if our spiritual leaders were here on earth today, all of them, how would they treat homosexuals/transgenders, women, or people of different races or religions? I seriously doubt that Jesus, Mohammad, Gandhi, Mother Teresa and Shiva would team up to beat the snot out of them! For goodness sake, people please!

REASON 2: (you forgot I had another, right?) *grins*

I like my privacy. I don’t want people reading my thoughts here, just because they are crushing on me or some weird thing like that. So, no pics of me unless I am in costume.

Ok, I will be nice for a little while before I stop. I am the coolest mom ever. I love my kids, they are so awesome and total geniuses. I have a boy and a girl, both in their teens. My son (16) is a computer whiz and excellent musician; taught himself how to tune and play the guitar, and can pick up and play most instruments instantly. He plays piano by ear. My daughter (13) is a fantastic artist for her age. One day I may show you some of her art. But no pics of them either right now!

I am also blessed to have met my soul mate, my Bear. He is my inspiration and my insanity, the love of my life and the pain in my ass! I will never love again after him, both because no man could top him, and because I don’t think I want to deal with another male ego to pet and baby. I love him dearly, we’ve been together a long time. He is a Gaga monster as well. In fact, I will admit that he was a fan before I was. He liked “Just Dance” before I did, and he was utterly fascinated by her at the 2009 VMA’s. At first I was a little jealous, but once he showed me, (and the kids and everyone else in my immediate family) stills of her during that performance, and other pictures of her everyone said that he wasn’t nuts, and that she did indeed look similar to me. (sans the blood). I still don’t always see it. I think it is sweet of him to say it though. I am his Monster and he is mine and we are both Gaga’s.

And of course, being the average male Bear that he is, he would love to get her and me (and him!) together. ;) Oh, disco HEAVEN! I loved showing him the pics of our Lady at Gagapalooza this year!

Well, it’s about time for me to stop. I will write again. My catharsis is yet to be completed…

Kitsune Lady/
Back to fox in the blink of/
Golden glowing eyes.

Trots off into dark/
Her thoughts always deeper than/
The sea of spirits…