To often we wait until life steps in and takes away those who have been an important part of our lives. We all believe there will be time to let them know how much we loved those who, for whatever reason, became our friends.  Time isn't on anyone's side. Once upon a time I had a dream of being an professional artist...Nothing else really mattered to me as I was obsessive about learning how to draw and paint. Life isn't a vacuum and other matters found their way into my life. Puberty always has a way of making even the most dedicated artist to add the idea of having friends, sometimes lovers, and it's there where we discover that real life is more than just sitting at a drafting table, it's about talking and laughing and sharing and loving. Relationships send us in all kinds of different directions and with me I kind of found myself becoming a friend with a guy in my senior year. He was being attacked by a bunch of others and I stepped in and stopp...

There are those who call me insane... ...When they're charitable they say 'Unwell'. Maybe. I spend a great deal of time at a drafting table and, sometimes, I do miss having real people around me, a voice that comes from flesh and blood and not a device, but I, like most artists, am driven to create something of worth, even if it's not appreciated in our own lifetime. It's what gives us strength to get out of bed, it's what keeps us awake when we should rest, it's what alienates us from most of the world we're trying to impress.  Creative people, writers, artists, poets and so on, may seem solitary, but we aren't. In truth, no one is, even when they try to hide in their own minds. No person is a singularity, we're the product of thousands, perhaps millions, of people. From the moment we are born we're surrounded by unseen others...The actors on television, the songs on the radio, the authors of the books we love, historians, teachers, f...

There are times when I truly understand people who do whatever they can to escape the reality of this world...Some become television addicts, some become addicts to drugs, some drink and some just sleep...This is a scary ass word and anyone with half a brain knows we're heading toward a very real eve of destruction. Five minutes with the news (Well, not Fox News) and you can see just how close we are to becoming an extinct species. We've polluted our oceans with debris, spilled oil, and pollutants until all water life is in danger of being suffocated. In the Gulf of Mexico there is already a huge dead zone where the oxygen has been depleted and it's growing. The air is almost un-breathable  in some cities and the trees which make oxygen are swiftly being cut down. All these movies and books about a utopian future are dreams, well crafted wishes of a world that we aren't going to have because we humans are too many and too destructive for the future. Or the univers...

Hopefully I'll be back to (Semi) normal in a couple of days...I have a great many things on my mind, which has taken a mini vacation for a bit. Hang around...It should be interesting. later

Continued... later

A few days ago my sister was working a charity auction where they had, among other things, a print of the Marvel Superheroes (Drawn by Michael Golden...I think), but the artist didn't sign the print. Stan Lee did...Beth told the boss I'd worked for Stan and then she told her what I thought of him.  Stan really didn't write a lot of what we thought he had when we were growing up. The artists actually did the writing and, in some cases, created these superheroes and Stan got all the credit. Anyone who spends more than two minutes with him realizes he didn't create or write most of what he's been credited for...His only outstanding achievement is outliving the artists...But not their families. They've taken the case as to credit, payment, and the return of original art work to the Supreme Court and they've agreed to some 'Better' contracts for their lost family member and the movies, television shows and comics have 'Co-Creator' credits with...

I'm back.  There are a lot of reasons but the largest is the fact that while I revealed a lot of my life in the old 'A Witches Story', I didn't tell everything. I evaded a lot of my life because (I told myself) it was out of respect...That was a lie. Mainly it was out of fear. Not so much fear for what might happen to me, that's a done thing, but for those around me. I didn't want to hurt those I loved and, it turned out, those very people have long since turned their backs on my, on my belief's and, sadly, on the fact that I'd always been bisexual.  This is the 21st century and I'd honestly thought we'd have moved way beyond this argument. We were suppose to be a country where Civil Rights existed, where Gay Rights were legal and marriage was now accepted without fear, where Women are suppose to have the same legal standing in society as their male counterparts. I thought the time of when two people of different races would be as normal an...