There has been an enormous mysterious mushroom growth outside of our house. It must have happened last night, there were like 400 tiny mushrooms this morning outside of the front door. Crazy! Mushrooms in general are so mysterious to me, these are like shadow mushrooms, soft and gray, tiny, almost pearly-iridescent, tender-looking with softish skull caps. I like mushrooms, they're so beautiful and gross at teh same time, like i appreciate the natural architecture that goes into those, and how fast they pop up under the right coniditions, but yes, they are kind of repulsive also. They smell weird.
Anyway, I am undergoing such a fucking soul-transformative experience at work. Like, my soul is growing, being healed, changing, as i work with these kids and with joy. it's like being in a sacred place every time i go there, safe and open, people can share their concerns, people have fun, there's so much laughter there all the time. i think my soul was feeling a little downtrodden, always thinking about oppression and horrible things like violence and rape and helping people out of situations like this, little kids in women's shelters, and now things are turning. I sound so dorky, it's like self-help but you get paid.
Aaaaand so i went to the Butchies/Bitch and Animal concert last night with kim and ali. FUCKING WOW. a lot went on at that show, we all realized how long it's been since we've gone to even SEE a show, the butchies were fucking amazing and statuesque and milky and cinammony and like sculptures locomoting in black muscle shirts, kim and i held hands and squealed as them crayzee queers rocked it so many styles. Fucking SHIT they rock so hard!!! Then my mamas of invention came on, and they sang sparkly queen areola and the trannie canoe song and bitch was so stately and fucking gorgeous and animal was so fun and quiet possibility and patience and CUTE and if either one of them ever looked me in the eye for more than 3 seconds straight i would rip off all my clothes and do an invocation rite to the queen areola and they were such a team, And bitch did this new poem about our country's weirdo fucked up hatred-based patriotism and sex and loving and being strong and using your voice and led it into "shake the system out of me," it was fucking amazing, it really heals my soul to hear such bravery and de-brainwashing and an anti-war scream that used art adn love and peace and fun as its defense. and there was a mosh pit later where like, after every song everyone in the mosh pit had to stop and pull their bra straps back up again.....
And then, during the encore, during the motherfucking Pussy Manifesto, something really fucked-up happened. So it's a club, so everyone but me and 3 other under-21ers are drinking. So this lesbian couple starts getting in a drunken argument in the middle of the song and then one tries to run away and the other one violently rips her pants down and knocks her down and the other women she was trying to run away with and then they knock all these other people down and it's really upsetting but they just kept playing cause i guess they didn't see, and as the two women were running away then the violent one just CLOCKS her really hard as she's running and all these other women are trying to keep them from hurting each other and more folks....it really makes no fucking sense. After hearing three hours of woman-positive, nonviolent FUN peace-loving sexy nasty dank music during the song that is a MANIFESTO OF ALL THINGS PUSSY and what it is to love pussy and respect it and then two women start having it out????
drunk people are so fucking stupid. alcohol is such a poison. i never heard of anything good that it makes people do.
everyone needs to smoke a fucking joint and chill the fuck out. not that smoke isn't also a poison but i never heard of anyone getting beaten or beating because they were really high. Only cramps from all the giggling.
So also last night was the first WAIL meeting. Small turnout, probably because of the concert actually since we got many emails saying that. right. so it was gtood, i think we're going to have fun this year for once, emily wants us to make pink bunny suits and do a tumbling routine on the quad adn then not tell anyone who we are and spread rumors that it's them crazy feminists from WAIL and you should come because see, we're fun. And honestly, i still want to do the good work we do and make people aware of shitty things that happen to women and kids and yes even men, and ask people to choose to recognize/see violence and our retaliation or art and music and love. But i want to fucking have FUN , too, i feel like no one does that enough.
Fun is not just for the weekends dammit!
OK, maru is missing, i'm getting a little worried but i'm sure that she'll come traipsing in the house as soon as i've decided she's dead and gone forever and start calling the pound.
ok peace out, there 's a delicious weekend ahead of me and i hope everyone else too. enjoy!
