YOU DON'T HAVE RIGHTS

You Don’t Have Rights...
You have a BILL OF TEMPORARY PRIVILEGES - George Carlin

So, now I'm watching a documentary on Roman Polanski, who drugged and raped a 13 year old girl forever ago. Uhm. Idiot. He saw some ass and he wanted it. So he used what he had to take it.

It's the way of the world, is it not? Those who can take, absolutely do so. And they pray on the inexperienced and the naive and those who are unable to take care of themselves. Or who have no protection.

There is a song from the late 60s that I like and one of the first lines in the song goes something like this "who's your daddy, is he rich like me? did he explain to you, the way things have to be?" It's not at all subtle, if your daddy can't stand up to me then i can do exactly what I want to you. Of course it's directed towards a girl.

I work in an industry that is a holdout of male domination. The subset of the industry I work in is the most competitive part and is almost exclusively male. Sometimes I want to slip them all Estrogen mickies and get them to shut up. Instead, I dress in a way that provides distraction. A knee-high skirt instead of a calf-length skirt. A pencil skirt instead of a A-line. It's easier that way. If I dress to distract, then there is no shocking me when they get completely out of line. Instead, I'm ready. Comments that would ordinarily embarass? Yeah, I take them in stride because I'm ready to insult. I pay attention to every look, every mood and dare them to break form.

And they do break form at every possible opportunity. Not to say I'm not professional, because I am. This is to say I simply anticipate what is going to happen, I even take for granted that it's going to happen. There was a time when (poor naive me) I believed hypereducated, uberprofessional people would be too busy to go chasing ass day in and day out. Yeah, bully on me for that one. They take their education and ability for granted leaving them countless hours in the day to screw, pursue screwing and generally make a fucking mess of their personal lives, which in turn fuels a lively gossip and litigation industry.

Such is the life I live. An enterprising escort service owner would get some ladies (and guys) with solid clerical skills and put them in offices. Found money, I swear.

There is an invisible man living int he sky

There is an invisible man living in the sky
what can i say that isn't covered by this:



nothing much I guess. what's up readers? ya'll are slacking in your macking, my readership is down by half. I think it was due to the pic i put up, too artistic for all the Y-chromosome trollers who like to leave messages like "hey sexy, hit me up, let's fuck" in my inbox.

"the more you look around, the more you realize - something is fucked up..."

its 8 pm and i'm in bed. i've finally run out of energy for movement and existing. it's all about REM and "Everybody Hurts" since I"m hurting right now. But everybody hurts, I'm sure I could troll the blogs and find plenty of pathos and hurt and real injury mental, spiritual, emotional and physical abound. I don't think we appreciate our lives enough. I've had the great good luck of counting my breaths and finding out that my body can fall apart and leave my spirit up to its own devices.

Death is pretty final. God bless the folks who see light at the end of the tunnel, but there is a lot of suffereing in the world and so my favorite prayer is "I hope to have a peaceful moment in which to die."

I told someone the other day that I don't need for anything. I like stuff, I enjoy my newly rebuilt body, my hair is fun and distracting, but all I need I have: my family and my life, I need for nothing else. There was a time when I thought I needed money but money is good for getting things fixed but what of the unfixable? I guess you can be more comforttable with your unfixable issue but, yeah, having someone to hold you when things are terrible or just kind blow-ish, well, that is heaven on earth.

Pray to Joe Pesci and have a good weekend.