Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Trying to Figure People Out

I can't remember the first time my mother told me the saga about Henry VIII and his six wives. I  know the impression it left on me - and continues to leave upon me!  Fascination.  Utter abhorrence for sure, and yet utter fascination.

Certainlty Henry VIII was the king of England at that time, and because of this thought he could do anything he wanted.  His first wife (Catherine of Aragon) refused to give him a divorce and name their only child (Mary) a bastard, so he sent her away; cut off her pension; and separated her from Mary. The pope also refused to grant Henry a divorce and even excommunicated him, but Henry was like Fuck you, Pope!  I want a divorce, and if I have to start my own church to do it I will! Henry founded the Church of England, divorced Catherine, and married Anne Boleyn.

Attempting to bully his first wife into freeing him from their marriage and allowing her die from pneumonia, penniless and alone, was pretty terrible.  It certainly wasn't the worst thing Henry ever did, though.  Like a spoilt child, Henry got anything he wanted.  If one of his wives was unable to give him a son or simply started to annoy him, he would get rid of them and marry another woman who took his fancy.  Anne Boleyn refused to give him a divorce and sign a document stating that their daughter (Elizabeth) was illegitimate.  Henry's advisors, fearing his displeasure, made wild  accussations about Anne's so-called "adulturous" pursuits.  I put the word adulturous in quotes because there was never any proof that she'd had sex with anyone except Henry.  Several men, including Anne's own brother, were tortured until they "confessed" to being her lovers.

Being a kind, faithful, empathetic person, it is almost impossible for me to wrap my mind around those who not only malign people's reputation but also torture these same people in order to get a better truth for the king's warped mind.

And Henry, he started out being utterly devoted to these women, especially Catherine and Anne whom he spent years with and had children by.  How did he U-turn his thoughts and feelings into hatred and death?

(To be continued ... )

Monday, June 29, 2015

Back to Work!

My mind is focussed upon the commissioned portrait I'm working on.

Shhh ... the wheels of my mind are turning.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Pride Weekend 2015

Pride Weekend 2015 is almost over. It was a wet one, with lots and lots of rain.  And, it was louder than other years, especially on Friday night.  All of the windows in my apartment were shut tightly, and yet the music sounded as if it was right inside.  I couldn't get to sleep that night either because of the music and strobe lights, which lasted until 3am.

But I'll stop my bitching.  It was just one night where it was unbearably loud anyway.

I feel very regretful that I didn't get to go out and join the festvities this year.  It was just the pouring rain; work that I had to finish; and, partying with good friends at my place on Saturday night. (Woo-hoo! That was so much fun!)

Hopefully, next year I'll be able to join in on the Pride celebrations ....

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Proud to be a Gray Gay Cat

My name is Hershey ...  King Hershey, actually.

I'm beautiful, gray, and gay ...

 And  very proud of it all!

Happy Pride, fellow felines ... and humans!

Friday, June 26, 2015

It's Pride

There's loud, raucous music emitting from my building's parking lot.  Joyful people outside are dancing; screaming; laughing; and, singing along to the music.

My apartment is vibrating in time to the beat - Mom used to call it the Church St. beat!

My cats are hiding in the closet, trying to get away from the noise and craziness.

It's definitely Pride Weekend.

 Woo-hoo!  Let the partying begin!

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Pictures From the Underwear Show

I had a fantastic time last night at Cafe California! 

We all supped on delicious food and tried our best to win the door prize, which was sponsored by Iceberg Vodka, by having drinks with said vodka.

Unfortunately, nobody at our table won the gift basket.

It was fun, of course, to watch all of the guys dance around in sexy underwear and different kinds of costumes.

And, although Mom wasn't there physically, I swear I could hear her chuckle and say, "Bottom's up!"

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Getting Ready for the Underwear Show

This evening, I'm going with Lucy, Danielle and Meaghan to see the Underwear Show at Cafe California. It should be fun!

This morning, after my shower, both cats laid on my outfit. It was like they were saying, "ah yes, I'll look fantastic in this silver dress." The boys are going in drag for Pride!

In the end, I won the fight, and I will look fabulous!

Look out guys, here I come!

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Too Many Things on My Mind

I'm sorry, but I have too many things on my mind to write.

Here are some cool pictures, though:

Monday, June 22, 2015

Pretty Good Monday

I had a pretty good and busy day.  Emails and texts were exchanged, schedules and plans were solidified.  Food, toothpaste, and kitty litter were purchased.  Two parcels and a Lorazepam prescription were picked up from the Drug Mart.

I was going to paint tonight, but I should work on my finances and get them out of the way.

All in all, it was a pretty good Monday ....

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Thinking About You, Dad

I've been thinking about you all day, Dad. As with all people, you had many facets to your personaliy.  As a father, you were kind; fair; loving; and, sometimes even jovial.  I remember feeling safe and happy as you carried me through the Carlsbad Cavern.

At work, you were serious and single-minded.  However, success at any cost was never your thing.  It was only important for you to do the best job you could and to provide for your family.

Besides Mom, Bruce, and I, the things you loved most were: tennis; going on vacation; and, photography.  Oh yes, and fish & chips every Saturday evening ....

Happy Father's Day, Dad!  I love you!

Saturday, June 20, 2015

An Unexciting Market Day

Maybe I should have stayed home and taken the day off.  My illness had all but disappeared in the morning, though, and I thought: Ok, I'll go to the market, make a million dollars, go home and nap for awhile.

Unfortunatey, I barely got over the $45.00 mark.  Sheesh! The market was deadsville, man. Deadsville!

But there's always next Saturday ....

Friday, June 19, 2015


Ew!  I feel god awful! I feel feverish, sneezy, achy, and drained of energy .... I think I'm getting sick.  I'm too busy to be ill!

Ew ....

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Doing the Etsy Thing

I was going to rant and rave about the world news, but maybe I'll do that later. I feel like I need a Lorazepam badly!

Right now, however, I'm going to put these paintings on Etsy ....

Sometimes I dream that the beauty and power of art is able to eliminate racism; sexism; ableism; war; greed; and, basically, just all of the ugliness of human nature.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Another WEIRD Dream

Last night I had a crazy dream.

 It started out with Lucy and I visiting Mom in the hospital. Thankfully, my mind didn't let me dwell upon the memory of my mother's death ...

A doctor came into the room.  He gave me a hug and a kiss and told me: "It's good to see you again." Lucy started yelling at him, telling him that she thought that he was sexist & ableist pig. Taken aback by her sudden outburst, I told Lucy to please calm down, I want to hear what the doctor had to say about Mom's condition. But then my brother Bruce came crashing into the hospital with his TTC bus! He hugged me and said, "It's good to see you again, sis!"

Someone stole Bruce's bus, so he and I began chasing them!

And then my wheelchair took flight ....