Please excuse my absence folks. War Machine has been a bit persnickety of late. Also, I have been working more at the bookstore thanks to the holidays and left very tired when not working. My body is getting used to the schedule though, and for the moment the computer is behaving, so hopefully I can get a post or twenty in yet this week. Because I do so love writing for all of you. I love discussing weighty issues with you. I love pondering new ideas. I love sharing my art. Finally, if I am to be frank, I kinda like the attention. Continue reading
It is time to say fare the well to a titan. Most, if not all, of you reading will now by now that Nelson Mandela has shuffled off his mortal coil. He lived a long, and very interesting, life. At 95 we, most of us, knew we would not have him for much longer. Still, his passing leaves a gaping hole in the world. He was wiser, braver, and kinder than most, and encouraged all who would hear to be the same. The passing of such an energetic person is, of course, expected to stir up bitter memories, and that has certainly been the case. Continue reading
Her head spins as the world goes mad around her. Beyond the giant soldier Zaphyr watches as her mother and all their friends are rounded up. Her face twists with grief, fear, and yes even rage as the new threat closes in around her. The big one, the one called Zox looms over her, eyes blazing blue behind his visor, his muscular frame apparent even beneath a small mountain of metal. Chains in hand, the others approach. Continue reading
Yes, it is that time of year again. Black Friday ushers in not only conspicuous consumption at the cost of abusing employees not earning a living wage, but it also ushers in the Salvation Army Bell Ringers. As these "soldiers of god" take over the entrances to malls, shops, and grocery stores across the country, let us remember the facts. The Salvation Army is rabidly homophobic and misogynistic.
Loss is inevitable. We all know that. That knowledge, however, does not take away the sting. I have lost all but one of my grand parents, my mother, my best friend. I have also lost countless pets, and I think it is easy to underestimate how much that loss hurts. We are accustomed to, when it is not our own pet, to be kind but ultimately not weigh that loss as great as losing a human in our life. I think that is a mistake, which is why I refuse to dismiss the most recent loss in my family. Continue reading
Last night I had the privilege of sitting in on a Toxic Release Inventory, and my Right To Know (myRTK) training session in Grand Island. I would like to thank my friend, Melanie, and her Clean Air Coalition co-worker Rebecca, for holding that training. The information will be very helpful in the future. Too many people are unaware of just how ubiquitous dangerous chemicals are, and how much of a threat they pose. They know even less how to keep track of them. That is where this training came in. Continue reading
Hello gentle readers. Why not have a Friday Nite on a Wednesday morning? Might as well get this to you now, especially considering all the Friday’s I have missed. Also, it is in honor of my accepting that indeed HoA is a trans blog, even if it does much more than trans issues. So I give you tonight’s, errrrr, this morning’s poem. Continue reading