Happy Vernal Equinox babes & beauties, or happy first day of spring to all y’all unwoke MFs.
Our astrological new year is also today. We move the sun into #1 zodiac boss magnet Aries.
All in all, its the perfect time for new beginnings, spring awakenings, if you’re into that kind of thing.
AND I AM.
ALSO I just found a full beer in my car so that calls for an impromptu blog entry on a buzz that might have later ramifications in the future, should any one I know personally (other than my attorney) discover it. BUT IDGAF RN DO I?
NOPE. So let’s get some shit said and then let’s go get some head.
The reason for my insensitivity & brashness reader, is that I am quite frankly, sick and the fuck tired of being treated and taken any single little frickin bit less seriously because I’m a woman.
*cue the eyeball rolls.* YA OK WELL FUCK OF.
I’m a writer and a performer, and a fucking mad scientist when it comes to language; body language, the esoteric, astrology, intuition, theatrics, dramatics, and drinking beer on an empty stomach.
BUT, for some reason none of these areas of expertise are credible enough in the mans’ man’s world we’re all still stuck living in. We’re comfortable in this sickening twilight zone existence where men still think they have all the fucking brains and women are sexy little fragile things you have to keep in the house, and plz dear god sweet jesus, don’t let them fucking talk.
“They’ve got nothing good to say these days anyways. Only talking about how they are feeling this new found wave of oppression, and that same ole “income inequality”. They’re a bunch of fucking Debbie Downers anyways. Just keep them quiet. I mean, its not like they’re as smart as us so THEY JUST DON’T DESERVE A FULL FUCKING DOLLAR LIKE WE DO.”
I’m personally really frustrated by it. I’ve completed a super $ucce$$ful contemporary cirq show, which I wrote, helped direct and starred in. But still, there is this separate male partner of mine that thinks my emails and notes are like…. bothersome? He doesn’t answer and whenever I reach out on it, there’s like a silent tension. OH. Sorry to bother you but I just thought you wanted me to write this fucking thing for you because you didn’t know where to start. UHHHH so now I’m telling you where to start and you’re acting all like “yeah no I got this.” UGHHH but if you got it then you’d fucking be doing it already now, would’t you?
I can’t help but wonder, dear reader… If I were a “Matt” and not a “M…..”.. would I be faced with the same cold shoulder? Its like he low-key doesn’t think I can possibly get this off the ground for him because I menstruate or something. W.The.actual.F. UH. U DONT. I think that means I can do more than you… physiologically, biologically.. Yeah.. that’s how it works.
All my other creative pursuits are paying me quite well, because they generate an audience & significant income. We’re not on the same playing field, so you’re not a higher level, you’re just in another world. Please, DO NOT patronize me with your feigned authority on this project and PLEASE, do not devalue me by your silence. This brain is fully fucking loaded my bro, and I’m not here to mess around.
Maybe I’m too emotional? Butttt I’m pretty sure that it is exactly my emotional sensitivity people fucking hire me for. SO THAT SHIT AINT GOIN AWAY. You want this script writer? You got it. Don’t fucking make personal specifications, just worry about the work I hand you. I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be pleased.
Everybody else has been.
I’ve literally used a derivative of the word “fuck” over a dozen times. So I guess, like maybe I’m really passionate about gender equality…. heh.. heh… heeeeeeaaahhhhhfuck
One a more somber, less aggressive caricature, it really does bother me a lot. Especially being an artist. You sometimes get lost in your art and think that the whole world operates on this level where gender just doesn’t exist There is only feeling, just expression, just life. And that is such a beautiful place to live. So sometimes when I come back to the living world (to make a living or like get groceries), all this sexism and unwarranted bigotry just makes me want to tear down every wall and punch every conscious and subconscious bigot in the nut sac.
But I guess I’m kind of already doing that. Just by existing, and existing unapologetically.
So aside from all that ranting and raving, I’ve found myself in the midst of this beautiful spring awakening.
And that is; I’m not going to chase anyone. I’m not going to hound down project collaborators, I’m not going to chase down a lover. I’m not even going to knock down every sexists’ door and try to change their minds. I’m just going to keep my nose to the grindstone and be so good at what I do, they’ll have no choice but to witness my success. I’m just going to work so MF hard to make my life so much of what I want, without anyone else. That way, there is no way anyone can take a goddamned mother fucking thing from me, for any reason, in any way.
That is an important role to play in the revolution ladies. Stay strong, stay resilient. Stay autonomous. Stay your beautiful ethereal selves.
And don’t let young, old, white, black, Mexican, Arab, MF Republican, Democratic men tell you shit.
stay nasty AF
BERN IT UP