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Monday, July 03, 2006

The Following Is My Response

to this Blunty guy, who I found on YouTube:

I used to be sad, too, and I took something for this. It was nice to feel normal again. After three months, I quit the meds.

For over a year now I've been simply talking about everything in front of a doctor, who mostly just listens. The process is slow and I'm sure I'll keep working on inner stuff long after I decide I no longer need these sessions and on through for the rest of my life. But I do think I'm gradually learning to feel good about everything, including the fact that I'm sad sometimes, and that sadness is a perfectly normal reaction to certain events -- the things I've experienced would make anyone sad. But I'm trying to improve things, and this makes me happy.

Which, maybe that explains why I don't feel as though my friends "let me down" so much as they act like themselves. Maybe the more I work on my sadness, the less frequently I feel let down. And that's why I'm able to love them.

So because I've chosen to make myself less sad, my friends are my chosen people. Friends are the people who make us feel safe enough to speak and/or behave more honestly. That feeling is so rare! Friends make the very best roommates.

And Oh, My!

I just noticed that it's past midnight. Which means, my friends, that it is finally here! It's finally the Fourth of July!!



This Helsinkian calendar model displays on his chest the bright plumage of the Fourth of July Spirit! Can you hear its cry as it soars above our proud democracy? Caw! Caw, Caw! Koo-koo-roo! Eee-ee! Eee-ee! And now I wonder what I might wear on the fourth to express my very own Fourth of July Spirit. Oh, I know!



Flags look pretty great when they're flapping in a breeze. They sound great, too.



Why is it the lesbians and the gays get a pretty flag? I want a pretty flag. I want a black flag with red apples and pink cherry blossoms on it. Something that would look great on a shirt.

So last week was Pride week here in San Francisco, and I am so proud of everyone who chooses to be perfectly honest with her- or himself. Here's the window I did at the bookstore for the Fourth of July.



I love you, Matty! I love you, Gina!

37 Comments:

Blogger Labbie said...

Well written. Exquisite. Friends are trully what makes the world go 'round.

12:51 AM

 
Blogger Mone said...

To bad that true friends, who don't judge us for our actions and who are willing to take us tha way we are, are hard to find.
Love the window shot!
Happy fourth of July =)

3:04 AM

 
Blogger Karen Little said...

What a pretty window display! We don't really have a pride parade here... Or at least, it's not such a big thing. Good post!

10:11 AM

 
Blogger ginab said...

For the love of me, Ing, I cannot view the blunty guy. I feel sad. And now 'happy' because I'm writing to you.

I responded to your Email, but my 'system' goofballed it up. This OS9 baby-antiquated will get the heave-ho come November or thereabouts. But I thought I'd respond here, to your email, on what I am doing on the 4th:

'What am I doing this Tuesday night? perioding. Yep. Dateless, listening to the echo of my voice down the hall...Emailing a complete stranger because, there's a reason, she writes well. And walking with buckets on my feet for a laugh.'

Subsequent, there's more: reeling still from laughter after walking the Beabs and hearing a song played on a porch step-boom box just for me. The lyrics? older women make beau-tiful lov-ers. Then I was howling over the neighbor's backyard bbq. The women? Each my size x 25, and balding, and crowing on like someone had tugged a cord loose and couldn't get the doll to work properly.

Me and Bea Bea ate spaghetti, and now she's contending with a particular BOOM!

Black flag with red apples and pink cherry blossoms para tu!

-g+bb

4:34 PM

 
Blogger matty said...

Ing -- that window rocks! ...and, thanks for putting up that great picture you took of me this past weekend. I was so proud of my 4th of July gear and perm!

It is so funny --- I just read your blog but I had written all about you on my blog about an hour ago!

I love you, too! ...more than you'll ever know, my friend.

And, I love this post. I feel very much the same way as you. I just wish I could get off the meds. ugh.

kisses!

Oh, and make your own flag! The world needs an Ing Flag!!!!

matty

10:00 PM

 
Blogger ginab said...

Hey I saw (watched!) Mister K.S. Blunty (guy)!

neato!

7:50 PM

 
Blogger ticharu said...

Yes, we accept us as we are, warts and all!

7:00 AM

 
Blogger Anne-Marie said...

Lovely post, Ing.

As for the flag, I always kind of thought the rainbow flag was for everyone, since we're all under that big wide rainbow. But cherries and apples are cool too.

I don't feel sad as much as I feel stiff and sore a lot of the time, and I gave up on the meds too. Far better just to feel.

Cheers,
AM

10:02 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

Labster:

The sun wouldn't rise or set & somewhere it would be dark and cold all the time. Somewhere the earth would go dry and charred.

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mone:

Maybe it's not as hard as all that, though. Maybe it's just a matter of opening up to other people and knowing that we are, each of us, is a fascinating creature.

Did you know that it's cheaper to split the rent on a two-bedroom than to rent a one-bedroom? That it's even cheaper to split a three-bedroom between three? That's what I mean. We all need each other, but we're taught that needing is weak. This makes us scared to live in the world. And we retreat into ourselves. And avoid the kinds of risks that would allow us to find ourselves in the minds of other people.

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karen:

That's too bad. . . Pride, to me, seems like the neatest expression of freedom, and it's much nicer to watchthan a typical fourth of July parade. (I think, anyway.)

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ginab:

My own fourth was nice and quiet. I lit a few fizzly sparklers, hopped around in a circle, and watched a documentary on David Lynch. No neighbors to speak of. None that I saw. But I did the the glug and gurgle of a swimming pool.

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Matty:

Changing tires on Soviet-style cargo trucks has done wonders for your arms, and yes, the perm makes your hair a lot more fluffy. The belt is a nice touch, too. Is that a weight lifters belt, or is it merely meant to enhance your figure?

I will make an ing flag, my Matty. And thanks for hanging out with me last night. I'm really wierded out right now. Things are changing rather suddenly. I feel as though the tide has gone out and I'm seeing the ocean floor for the first time.

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ginab:

Yeah, isn't he nice?

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ticharu:

"We" is right! You're a good guy, ticharu! I'm glad I met you here.

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anne-marie:

You're probably right -- the rainbow includes all of us. Still, I don't think it belongs to me as much as it belongs to the hip gays and lesbians who have all the great ideas, it seems, and the best parades.

Far better just to feel, and to feel great from within, and to know that you're capable of feeling great. From within. But just in my case, the meds gave me the jumping-off point. It's probably a new thing for each of us.

10:55 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

ginab:

I heard the glug and the gurgle, I mean. I heard it.

Ugh. I need a bath.

10:57 AM

 
Blogger Polyman2 said...

Don't know about the blunt guy,
but the window sure looks cool.

6:30 PM

 
Blogger PDD said...

First, I love the display you did at the bookstore. I used to work at a bookstore. The worlds biggest bookstore in Toronto, that's exactly what it's called. I am sure you've heard of it. It didn't pay me much even though I made them alot of money, so I had to move on in the rat race.

Your therapist will always convince you that you need more sessions and will most likely tell you that it's a life time process and therefore you will need to see them for the duration of your life. They want what's in between your wallet. Having said that, I don't disagree with therapy. I do believe it's good work.

Yes, those who strip themselves of all the layers we are accustomed to growing is rare. That's why I really have no real friends except for Genet. I am very very picky as to who I become close to. Probably for this very reason.

Friend do not make the best roommates. Roommates make the best enemies.

I think the straight people should make their flag pretty also. I think your proposed idea of a black flag with red apples and pink cherry blossoms on it is a brilliant idea.

Lets get into the silk screen T-Shirt business together. We could make a killing.

One that would make a good T-Shirt, especially in L.A: "Bad Scripts Kills Trees."

Shit, we could be millionaires.

12:37 AM

 
Blogger sage said...

I like a lot of different flags. A flag flying solo seems idolatrous to me, for people get so emotional about flags, their willingness to die for flag, etc. Some may call me a commie, but the idea of dying for a flag seems down right dumb. So lets have a lot of flags.

Your video guy was a hoot, I finally got around to watching it (or half of it). I can't imagine lying in bed and holding a video pep talk. Sounds like something John and Yoko would have done.

6:57 AM

 
Blogger Brookelina said...

Thank you so much for linking that video. What a cool guy. And how cool are you to show this side of yourself.

Love the new profile pic!

4:41 PM

 
Blogger Spinning Girl said...

Your window is so very fabu.

8:55 PM

 
Blogger josh williams said...

I'm a little late to not repeat what has not been said, so I'll just write "ditto" cause I know how to spell ditto...As always your posts are most excellant and hmmm ditto!

9:11 PM

 
Blogger PDD said...

Okay, I finally got to see the video. That guy is hot.

10:26 PM

 
Blogger matty said...

Isn't the ocean floor pretty?

I like it, anyway.

um, that belt was given me by my late Grandfather. It is meant to show my heritage and pride for changing heavy tires.

(who am I kidding? I can barely drive.)

Pink, Pink Apartment! Please!

12:07 AM

 
Blogger lryicsgrl said...

OK, this is WEIRD.....I was thinking that my next post would be a "revelation" of sorts. I am a big Silent Bob and Jay fan. I don't know why, but they crack me up. Anyway, I come to your blog, as I do. I click on Blunty 3000. And WOW, I love this guy. Why do I say LOVE so easily? Well, ok, I don't LOVE him, but I love his message; this, in keeping with the "heart" of his message. Then, "bam" he ends it with a little trib to the ever lovin' Kevin Smith and his cast of characters. What do we call this?? Synergy, coincidence, utter silliness?
So, if you don't mind, a bit off topic, I am revealing here, that I love Silent Bob and Jay. Maybe because they remind me of some of the goof ball guys I grew up with.

And now, Blunty has a new fan, ME!

I love what you did with your window display. Too much talent in one little body; YOURS!
And the flag, let it fly. I like your idea. Why do we "straight america" have to be so darn boring???

And Ing, one last thing, I hope all your darkest days are behind you and that the light shines for you. Not every day can be great, but if it is OK, then, well it is OK......

"May the good lord, shine a light on you, make every song you sing, your favorite tune. May the good lord shine a light on you, warm like the evening sun!"

8:46 AM

 
Blogger ginab said...

your plant here is HUGE, as in thriv-ING and it just moved, like you touched it, admiringly.

"Anything is possible" sounds so golly, so gee, so Shirley Temple. But to grow up watching all her flicks makes my pessimism stupid.

So i believe, Ing. Fly baby. fly.

-g+bb

1:24 PM

 
Blogger matty said...

Ing --- I was thinking about it and I want one of those Darkly Scanning suits that changes identities every other second.

Can you have Davi order one for me?

I'd like to have it by end of the week.

Thanks!

And, please take care of the ballet plate in the back of your car. I fear it will be damaged soon.

Does Gina know that you're keeping your plant in the back seat of your car? I am not so sure that this is the best place for a plant but I like the originality of it.

2:59 PM

 
Blogger matty said...

Oh, and where is that hot shot I took of you last night infront of that water fountain that everyone thinks ugly save for me!?!?!?

3:00 PM

 
Blogger ticharu said...

I had a good look at yer nose just now, and I must say Ing, you have a fine fetching nose. A nose among noses, and I adore noses. Now the wonderful brain behind the nose is a whole nother subject of adoration! Yep!

8:01 PM

 
Blogger Dan L. said...

Gotta love Ing, as I read the blog frm time to tme...

--Dan L.

11:06 PM

 
Blogger Dan L. said...

Obviuosly, I cannot type or spell...

11:07 PM

 
Blogger ginab said...

Hey, I found you by searching

"house sitter" and "stinky naval" (joke!).

I am soooooo tired. gawd love me. maybe I'm empathizing with the time in Spain. Feels like jet lag, but I swam truly hard yesterday.

I wish I had one more week at home before taking off. so much work to do beforehand and what am I doing?

Not like you! Writing to states of picky-picky, to impress (for no pay!), but the future is looking at you Ing. It is. I know it!

-g+bb

PS: don't forget to water las plantas

6:51 AM

 
Blogger purplesimon said...

This comment is sort of Fourth of July related, being that the person I am talking about is writing albums to celebrate the 50 States.

Yes, this morning I bought myself a ticket to see Sufjan Stevens at The Barbican in London. Woo hoo.

Here endeth the comment.

purplesimon out...

8:14 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

poly:

Yer jus' jealous! You are!

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PDD:

I want no enemies. No! I could live without that.

But we can make t-shirts & I'm sure they would sell like hotcakes. Let's do it! Yaay!

I really am planning to start sewing again. There are so many things I'm planning to do again. I hope it doesn't all boil down to me watching television instead. I inherited a monstrously large television. And a DVD player, a VCR, a stero, and a couple of rockin' speakers. I hope I go heavy on the music & light on the TV. I want to make bags. Purses, y'know? Book bags & such?

Next, t-shirts.

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sage:

Who says "commie" these days? Nixon: buried.

And yeah, I think the bedridden advisor is pretty cute!

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brooke:

Awww, thanks! I'm just glad that I can say these things & not feel weird. Everyone here is so cool. . .

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spinnng:

thanku!

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josh:

You always know just what to say. It must be the Irish in you. You have a way with words, my good man. You and Joyce.

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pdd:

agreed.

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matty:

What happened to the dream? I'm so lost now! Things change so quickly sometimes. I wonder where we'll be this time next year. . . I hope to god I'm still right here. Freaky!

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lzygrl:

My darkest days are definitely behind and the sun is up there somewhere. I'm still stirving. I guess that's a very good sign. That I strive.

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ginab:

I'm going to come see that plant soon . . . just you wait, missy!

I've got to water the tree out front tomorrow morning, first thing! And in the next couple of weeks I'm going to get me a plant. A houseplant. I don't know what kind yet, though. Something.

And a pie. I'll bake a pie.

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matty:

I did move the plant into a home. But I thought it looked better in my car.

Scanning. Darkly scanning, Matty. I can't tell if it's you that I'm scanning, or if it is a conglomerate of Winona Ryder/Keanu Reeves/Woody Harrelson/that guy who did all the drugs & got away with it.

That picture is still in my camera, waiting for release. I left my tranfer-cable-thingie back at home (housesitting still). I'll post it. Even though I have a huge double chin.

_____________

MORE LATER. I'm tired now, peeps!

10:11 PM

 
Blogger ginab said...

why do I long to do the blunty guy? is it because he lives a world away?

5:38 AM

 
Blogger ticharu said...

I have a nose fetish, I look into the nose before the eyes! I think it harkens back to my early childhood...

5:28 PM

 
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10:49 AM

 
Blogger matty said...

OK -- so are you really going to tell all about our slumber party at that artist home for which you are sitting?!?!? Pix and all or was that a dream caused by those magical Barbra chocolates you gave me?

Slumber parties are a lot different now then they were when I was 7 and staying over with twins, jaimie and peter. i think we may have wanted to strip and do our best Nancy Sinatra impressions but we were too uptight to let loose. Of course we didn't have Barbra chocolates and sock monkeys.

Is your cell phone now working!?!?

Mine is charging.

Did you know it has been close to 18 days since you posted????!?!?!?!?!

11:30 AM

 
Blogger matty said...

...the reality that I shall never have a pink apartment just hit me. I'm going for a lie down again. B is out "buying" a car again. Tho, I gather he spent 6 hours doing just that last night then decided to think on it more. oy. we are losing valuable beach time here! ...and it is getting hot in here.

i shall now go to sleep and dream of pink apartments, bears, kittens, homes too cool for their own good and Kris Kristofferson singing songs of love to me circa 1972.

11:33 AM

 
Blogger sage said...

where have you been, I go away for nearly two weeks and you have the same post up.

and I sometimes call myself a commie, it comes from high school, when I was reading Marx--folks started calling me that, Nixon was still alive then, it just a few years after his presidency ended.

7:54 PM

 
Blogger josh williams said...

Whats the dang deal?

8:24 PM

 
Blogger matty said...

Ing! Someone in Scotland wrote and told me that we were immature and empty to take such silly pictures. (yes, I put 2 of our pix up that I had) ....I wrote back and told this person that we are mature in many ways and immature in others. ...and, we like it that way. I also told this person that the only things being harmed by our fun were the chocolates in the Barbra box and the vinyl you held so proudly --- they sort of melted from the heat. But, I also told him that he hadn't seen anything till he saw you poseed ala Nancy Sinatra with a guitar! Am I right?

...Or am I a scanned darkly immature jerk with a digital camera?

I am confused on that point.

Will you ever blog again? Stop being fabulous for a few and put up a post, Missy!

Kisses -- see ya Monday night!!!

9:48 AM

 
Blogger Labbie said...

Uh... Miss you?

6:09 PM

 

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