i refuse to partake with
those who my spirits vex
and i will not put upon them
some fire and brimstone hex
the new born i sun
i greet joyfully every day
regularly and priviate
supplication do i make
in garret or in agora
my gods communion i surely keep
and with pure enlightenment
i am sure to lose no sleep
–sorry it’s late–
from a misfortune of virtue
you bravely rescued me
nights of decadence and skin
replaced the goodness without end
the brightly kindled chalice
edges out the cross of gold
with my angels and my daemons
i must survive with grace
and as a headstrong runner
make sure i set the pace
from the life of holy relics
to unconsecrated bliss
your genteel tuition has
brought me this far astray
but i take the carriage reigns
to find my immortality
It doesn’t matter if I want a wedding in a big church lots of ushers in tailcoats, reporters and photographers or if I want an old fashioned wedding, blessed in that good old fashioned way what I’ll get a shell of a marriage. It will have all the love and commitment, friends there to cheer and help us celebrate. What it won’t have is the legal backing of the Commonwealth of Kentucky or the United States of America.
I will have a partner for life. He’ll have a very devoted Bear. There will be ups, downs, challenges, but we won’t share in very basic things. There 1100 rights and responsibilities given to the legally married that wouldn’t be given to us. My husband wouldn’t automatically be given say in my care, treatment, or burial method; I’m strongly leaning to leaving my mortal remains to some scientific something or other — just for the record. He would not share in my Social Security benefits — at all. I work for a company that offers same sex domestic partner benefits, so he could sign up — but those benefits would be subject to taxes because he’s not legally my spouse, and he’s not entitled to use funds from my Health Savings Account. These are both IRS stipulations not from my employer.
There’s some progress, I think. With the, hopefully soon, ending of “Don’t Ask. Don’t Tell” if the Lily Prince were a military man we could live somewhat openly. I really don’t know what it means for the Reserves and the National Guard.
Events in Egypt have us declaring ourselves to be about Truth, Justice, and the American Way. We’re the City on the Hill. We also allow our states to build discrimination into their constitutions. We’re so busy needing the official loser that we don’t see that we’re wrong when we make people suffer because of our twisted sense of schadenfreude.
I know I am preaching to the choir here. And I’d far rather be preaching to the perverted. : )= However, I will step up regularly to point out that what’s happening is wrong. Remember my friends, for an æon or two I was against all marriage as an outdated form of control and property transfer. I’ve changed my mind by educating myself on what comes from marriage. It’s time to send that education out to some people whose minds are welded shut.
Come this time in another year round just maybe I’ll have found my Lily Prince and be blissfully and legally wedded to him. May it be so.
i confess i’ve been a naughty boy
time to make jack your toy
put your tattoo on my ass
keep it hard and beat it fast
then a certain nimble spice
will blend the chocolate with the vice
black and blue with hearts of red
put me in your flying sled
take me round the world with you
up some chimneys down some flues
in the glow of solstice lights
i’ll teach you how to scale some heights
keep the switches and the coal
mend the body rend the soul
now that santa’s had his pay
it’s time for jack to have his way
This is the soup from the congregational meeting.
1 lb of dried lentils
1 green pepper, 1 onion, 4 stalks of celery (chopped) — known as the holy trinity. This can also be purchased ready chopped in the frozen foods section. Use the entire package.
fresh spinach to taste — roughly cut
4 chicken bullion cubes — add more or remove some to taste
lardons from 4 – 8 jowl bacon slices
garlic — lots
bay leaves
turmeric
salt & pepper to taste
crushed red pepper flakes
zest & juice of 1 lemon
Coat the bottom of a stock pot with a light layer of olive oil. When hot, add the lardons. When the lardons are cooked — but not crispy — add the holy trinity, garlic, salt, pepper, turmeric, bay leaves, and crushed red pepper flakes. When the mixture is fully sweated out, add water according to package directions on the lentils. Bring to a boil. When water comes to a boil, add lentils. Add the zest of the lemon, and squeeze in the lemon juice. Add the “corpse” of the lemon to the boiling pot. Reduce to simmer. Cook 20 minutes or until lentils are tender. Remove the lemon and bay leaves before serving.
Substitute vegetable bullion for chicken and omit the lardons to make the dish vegan.
If you’re willing to experiment, you can add parsley, fresh sprouts, and herbs/spices as the mood strikes.
I’ve been asked. Now it’s time to share.
1 oz London dry gin
1/8 tsp dry vermouth
splash of 100% pomegranate juice
6 – 8 ice cubes
diet tonic water
Mix all ingredients in a glass, sit back, and find out just what makes Jack so nimble ; )=
