The Divas New Clothes

Watch this space....I must get back after wiping my nose from laughter.....
For whats its worth folks.....Love comes from manyunexpected places...and little of the reality is whether your have imagination to believe
............awwwwwww My friend...cheers...and funnyenough I better start giving this perosn lessons to understand the internet,,,so at least she can see what a model of paralell relaity she may be
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Act One

My life as seen by my significant other.....
and by way of adoption. Having been used to the company of cats as companions I cheerfully with half a heart playing Mother Teresa,I went where the cats of indiscriminent parentage are usually found.......Well in looking for my hearts desire...and what I had been used to....I was looking for a black cat....easy.Witch like quality.I had read Bell Book and Candal.Hell.I would have directed it on stage if Kim Novak hadn't...just touched the edge of witchcraft,in the classic film.
They showed me albino feline....now its not the look,the buggers are deaf usually...High maintenance. Oh what to do.....whats this..A TABBY PERSIAN sitting with its claws in the cage I had so diligently brought to receive the thirty five dollar donation to the dispensing cattery.............NOTHING FOR IT.....IMAGINE THE FUR....MALTING....OR SI THAT MAULTING......ah......THE EMPRESS OF A THREE ACT COMEDY....IT WAS Fredrica Von Stade....[get that Youtube watchers.] and this silly comic opera that inspired me to name my companion
COSI....
also having seen a play set in a mental institution in Australian Film Genius
seen just south of Hamilton in a community who couldn't raise a laugh about comic reactions in an institution recently closed after some decades of funding the town's inner resources...wasted thought I
AND IF SHE EVER KICKED THE MORTAL COIL....
she's make a nice COSI
more on that later......But my meditations as of this is the view in which both my cat and I have had to observe the last decade.....
Fragile at fifteen....I digress....because in this the world of...is there anybody out there....is a small and humourous friendship...that has the ability to reflect the last decade.....and
realising how muchof a COSI it had been

Cosi............The Three Act Cat

The Next Event

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well....the lights are on

But seriously folks......now we are hooked to the cyber space...maybe its time to un derstand what the world appears to be doing here.....actually I should focus less on what is in the present....and look to futures....with acid lined bot nots from my lively past

Well.....How Gay is that

One wonders occasionally reading the gay media...whether we are just punching in old sterotypes in order to make copy...........Or is negativity part of the swamp that we have to climb out of before we can truly appreciate ourselves....
Now in bi cultural New Zealand it would appear to be the culturally sensitive thing to do it learn Te Reo or the language.Strangely enough a soul felt friend suggested to me in the 90s.....that really ...if maori weren't ready to stand onm their two hind quarters to walk the talk...would it not appear patronising for me pakeha to do so....
okay...my anology has to be...as a gay commeunity...a morphis of an idea i am yet to comprehend....is that dog......standing on its hind legs.....but the amazing thing..is that it talks as well....why does the patter at times have to be such idle speculation and soul destroying salvos at THE MEDAL O.B.E.
Other Buggers Efforts
Just wondering..................

The Muses have spoken

Now...I can call my friend by many names...and some of them colourful,but not as amusing as for this more susbstance than at first assumed, as much cunning as her charm shows her to have.She is in many ways my favourite endearment.
Closest to God.
If a deaf bi/gay maori woman befriends you.
You come to realise to most extents and purposes
Without you active communication..they remain in another room.
Defending it at all costs....the door that remains closest to God is often the door that kicks you to hell.Now if you dont happen to believe in God...then much of the concept falls away...and remains as so often misunderstood
The Muse

The Muses have spoken

Enough is................

I have been contemplating lately how fast generations fly passed each other, with few qualms or excuses for lack of substance.Or merely the rattlings of an old ark, Now I suspect that somebody gives each new generation a frightener and in some ways ,they react accordingly.
I imagine if my values were examined of late you'd say that 'it is what I have left out of the sentence' that requires the most attention.
just a thought....................no answer.

Well they say you have to ring the new year in

What is it.Out with old in with the New.

In someways its difficult to accomplish living out loud.

One has to wonder is its actually the rejected /or be that spoilt child who finally
gets a chance to perform in a spot light unaided by what ever restrained them ...despite the fact there doesn't have to be anybody else in the room...or in the case of the classic Judy,Janis and Liza scenario.....performing from the recovery position can have its advantages..and begs the question.....what was so bad with last year
Mind you who am I to beg in comparison......