Sunday, February 12, 2012

Sissy and Kate

Sissy's face was changing. The blond hair she tried made her look tired and old. When she first colored her hair it looked relatively good. But then, I don't know, something happened to her. She wasn't herself. Actually, she was me.
In her house, and she made a beautiful home, we went into her closet. She told me to look and see if there weren't some clothing i liked. I had gone 'shopping' at a friends closet, so i didn't need anything. She seemed to be pleading for me to take something, anything. So I found a short little sweater, and wore it almost constantly, for her.
I found her on the couch, she was crying.
"Sissy, what is wrong with you?" Things weren't that bad, well, one of her boyfriends had asked me out, i said yes, only because i wanted to drink a beer. Yes, I was that bad.
She stood suddenly and caressed my hands in hers.
"Don't you see Kate?"

"What, what is it?"
"Look at me," she said to me.
"I am. Sissy..."
"My hair, my jewelry, I am not me. I am you. I want to be you." She broke down and lay her head on my shoulder. "I have always envied you. Mom and dad, they always loved you. I was pushed to the side. When you were born, they didn't want to know I even existed. I went through mom's things, you know the papers in her lock box? There was a lock of dad's hair, and a lock of yours. Not mine. Kate, she didn't even have my birth certificate. It is as though I never existed. Help me Kate. I am no one. Who am I, who am I?"

The Great Trickle----A Poem

     Heavy water pounds at concrete
cresting and breaking, over again--
shields of contention held overhead
'Let us out', they seem to say
'Let us out'. The plea grows louder
They grew to a roaring, uncontainable by man

Over the wall, water began its trickle..to punch
a crack which ran the back of the old dam faced wall

From behind it, the angry waters let go.
drowning, destroying, killing
as the whipping wild calmed.

Devestation glistened in the sunlight

It feels good to be free.
But the destruction, the crying, the wailing

It feels good to be free, as water will,
it sunk to the lowest level plodding, feeling, tasting.

Understand in to-to, better to be a mass.
a powerful mass-of broken crests- not spread so, here and there.

Friday, February 10, 2012

I Cut My Hair

So, I cut my hair. Short, short. and i dyed it platinum blond. I bought big ,large, humongous earrings, and went with Sissy to the nude beach, where she and her boyfriend (the naturalist) played.
It wasn't the same for Sissy, after losing her husband, and then taking up with, the naturalist,who when we came home from England that year, to find that her boyfriend had been arrested for having pornographic pictures that were downloaded from her computer. She had a fit. Such a fit, she lay on the floor in a fetus position crying.
So, we went to the beach. At first it was hard to take of my cloths. So I did it coyly. Taking off one piece of clothing at a time.
The more times we went there, the more cloths came off. Now I Kate, had a terrible body image, even though my body was smashing. I still had body image issues. I never wanted Sissy to look at anything I had, in order not to raise her ire.
Soon Sissy cut her hair, and dyed it blond. At this point she went out and bought large, hoopy, tremendous earrings. It was odd living with someone who looked just like me, sort of.
I missed mom tremendously, but things I had found out, things she had said about me, made me change my mind about my mother. It was terribly hard to find this out, after she was gone. I had no way to speak to her. To find out why. Why had she told me one thing, and said another behind my back. Utterly frustrating.
Beyond this, Sissy and I had found mom's personal papers, where there was no mention of Sissy at all. As though she didn't exist.  It was creepy to say the least.
The more we went to that beach ,the better my body image, until i was wearing sun dresses with nothing underneath.
One day, as the Florida sun blasted both of us, I proceeded to get us both a canned drink at the canteen. And there, there, was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I didn't see his body, though it was there for all to see, I saw nothing but his beautiful hazel eyes.
Love at first sight, even though he two other girl friends, who at that time, I knew nothing about.
He called me, and we started dating. I was in a dream. I never wanted it to end. It continues to this day... now he is married.. and still it continues... but that is another story.
There came a day, in mid summer, and this was the summer of the unending hurricanes.
We live in a veritable cave. Not able to take down our hurricane shutters was the most depressing life. It was dark and dreary, and frightening.
Sissy who was afraid of thunderstorms, held my head in her lap, talking me through the shingles flying off the roof. The tree that fell, and it was I ,this time who was a scared child. At last Sissy, sort of, loved me, I think. Though it wasn't a show. Each time the storm passed, she became the same old Sissy, to my dismay.

Contraception OUT-Rage

We are the United States. We are women. We have the right to say 'yes', or 'no.
It is about time that women are at the fore front in the health care issue. We have waited since Roe vs Wade, in the 1970's for this gigantic step taken by the Obama administration.
Any woman, because of religious belief, may opt out, you don't have to take birth control. No one is forcing your mouth open, and nothing is forced down your throats. But for those who need, and or want birth control this is a fabulous force of women on the move.
I say HALLELUJAH for Barak Obama.  And I am sure that I am not the only woman to say this.  The fact that I do not Take or need birth control is up to me. But for other women I say, congratulations to you all, and many more.

Now the work must start keeping abortion safe and legal for all women.  AND they must not need their husbands OK.  For a husband, or a boyfriend is not his woman's keeper.

Men, all men, should and must stay out of our uterus'. This organ belongs to us... Woman!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Sissy snd Kate

Sissy and Kate are sisters, Sissy dislikes Kate because she is jealous. Kate love Sissy because she is her sister.
Interview with the girls. We start with Sissy.. She is older.


So, Sissy, what are you after? : After?  What do you mean?
Do you love your sister, and if not why do you suppose that is: hmm mm, well, my sister was born, and i was horrified. She was just another thing which was going to take my mothers attention away from me. first it was my dad, he came home from the war when i was two, i believe.  Then just a few years later my sister was born. I just couldn't take it.  It was the end of the line.  I didn't want a father, and I surely didn't want a sister of all things.  Maybe a brother, but not a sister.
Did you have any idea how your sister felt : well, uh, she wasn't born yet.
Do you know how she feels about you now? Not really,I wouldn't blame her if she hated me.
Katie, how do you feel about your sister? I used to hate her. she was a bitch, she hopefully knows that, but then my sister wasn't grounded in reality. Now, i love her, and as i have always wanted a sister, i will take what ever I can get?
Do you realize she is still jealous of you? No, but what can i do about that? nothing, so...
What , be honest, did you both think of your mother?  Both start laughing 
Sissy: I think she was two faced.
Kate: I thought we were close, but some of the things i found out after her death, well, i feel she was two faced as well.
How did you both feel about you father?
Sissy, I loved him more than life.
Kate, Ditto and more, he was a brilliant man, and he taught me most of what I know, especially history, astronomy.Art.  He is my hero.

This will be continued...  right after we take a break, and we eat.

My Uterus

Why is my uterus so important to republican right men?
I realize I do have a wonderful uterus, but isn't it up to me whether i want my uterus looked into my old ,white haired, right wing, republican, christian right men, to look into this? 
If I decide to have an abortion, isn't that my right.. I thought that was called not only women's rights, but my right under Roe versus Wade?   GEE, you know I had the crazy idea that abortion was legal, hm mm... am I wrong?????
WHAT SAY YOU LADIES?

Friday, February 3, 2012

The Flying Blue Animitron Part 3


"Katie. Katie?"  Sissy , Siisy."  Where were those girls. She sighed. Mom walked to the window. She saw her girls out among the trees in the backyard. They were standing under the pear tree. Sissy picked a pear and ate it. Yes, pears were in season now. And how nice to have them in one's backyard.
    She remembered how beautiful the little flowers were when pears were in bloom. They had an apple tree as well.. and a cranberry. How unbelievable those flowers were. When the entire tree was engulfed in blooms it looked like a pink cloud.
    AH, Ron Paul is on television. I think i shall sit and watch.  That stupid sticky
couch. I wonder if anyone else hated that couch. But my mother wanted to give it to me.. I couldn't say 'no', could I?