We have a tendency 2 not express our luv & gratitude 2 the 1 that we feel will always B there 4ever. NEWSFLASH: They won't. 4ever could ended 2day.
~elvadaseleithia 10/30/2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Catch me Live.....
I'll be coming to the stage again for the 1st time this year. WTF is wrong with the world!? Ok so anyway, some folks wanted to know when they can catch me flipping off at the mouth personally instead of virtually so here's your chance. I'll be performing in THE BATTLE IS NOT YOURS by Cheryl Collins on 21 Nov in Pasadena, CA in the role of Sister Williams (yeah I know, Sister and I don't belong in the same sentence). The show starts at 7pm so show up on time or I'll leave the stage to come and snatch you bald for interupting the show! Don't test me! Here's an excerpt..... (catch me @ 1:21 clowning!)
More details to follah....
//signed//
The Bald Cat's Meow
More details to follah....
//signed//
The Bald Cat's Meow
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
How Dare the Queen!
In the end anti-black, anti-female, and all forms of discrimination are equivalent to the same thing...... anti-humanism. Shirley Chisholm
On my Queen E meets the Queen Mary visit, I saw a lot of wonderful things, great fashion and acquired quite a bit of history but there is something that stuck out to me more than Lady GaGa would in a monestary. And that's the 1st, 2nd & 3rd Class Children Playroom aboard ship! WTF? And we wonder why our children partake in the foolishness of ostracizing, discriminating & demeaning their fellow peers. How dare the Queen condone such mayhem?! This solidifies my belief that hatred & discrimination are traits that are LEARNED and TAUGHT in the household. You mean to tell me that the kiddies couldn't play together regardless of the social and financial statuses of the parents? I should not be surprised but I am. So, the statuses of the parents determined your worth AND how many rocking horses you get to play with? I'll be damned if your parents were on welfare b/c then you maybe subject to play with the ship's rats & rodents! I am so disgusted! (Miss Whitney ringing in my head. "I believe the children are our future. Teach 'em well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside"). Mind you, the 2nd Class Playroom was adjacent to the cocktail lounge. What on earth for? My mum always said that the kiddies should be kept separately from the adults AND their beverages! Hmph...I guess they didn't grow up in the south. Why not keep the kids together to show that no mankind should be treated differently regardless of social and financial differences or is that too much like right? Oh my bad, I forgot about slavery (insert sarcasm). Aren't we supposed to teach our offspring that after all, "We are all God's (or whomever you believe in) children" or do we say "Whomever share the same status, gender, sexuality and race as we do are all God's (or whomever you believe in) children? The latter would be one heck of a damn song title wouldn't you say? Long and illogical as hell! I can imagine the hatred that walked the decks of this damn ship and the song sang on Christmas. "Deck the halls with balls of hatred. Fa la la la la la la la la! Tis the season of foes and folly! Fa la la la la la la la la!" (I know, so random but it fits...sorta). *sighs* We've come so far, to have gone NOWHERE! Queen Mary & I are not of the same royal blood b/c obviously this is NOT the royal treatment especially for inocent children! How dare the Queen!
//signed//
A Royally Disgruntled Cat's Meow
“Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.”
Zora Neale Hurston
You got that right Zora!
On my Queen E meets the Queen Mary visit, I saw a lot of wonderful things, great fashion and acquired quite a bit of history but there is something that stuck out to me more than Lady GaGa would in a monestary. And that's the 1st, 2nd & 3rd Class Children Playroom aboard ship! WTF? And we wonder why our children partake in the foolishness of ostracizing, discriminating & demeaning their fellow peers. How dare the Queen condone such mayhem?! This solidifies my belief that hatred & discrimination are traits that are LEARNED and TAUGHT in the household. You mean to tell me that the kiddies couldn't play together regardless of the social and financial statuses of the parents? I should not be surprised but I am. So, the statuses of the parents determined your worth AND how many rocking horses you get to play with? I'll be damned if your parents were on welfare b/c then you maybe subject to play with the ship's rats & rodents! I am so disgusted! (Miss Whitney ringing in my head. "I believe the children are our future. Teach 'em well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside"). Mind you, the 2nd Class Playroom was adjacent to the cocktail lounge. What on earth for? My mum always said that the kiddies should be kept separately from the adults AND their beverages! Hmph...I guess they didn't grow up in the south. Why not keep the kids together to show that no mankind should be treated differently regardless of social and financial differences or is that too much like right? Oh my bad, I forgot about slavery (insert sarcasm). Aren't we supposed to teach our offspring that after all, "We are all God's (or whomever you believe in) children" or do we say "Whomever share the same status, gender, sexuality and race as we do are all God's (or whomever you believe in) children? The latter would be one heck of a damn song title wouldn't you say? Long and illogical as hell! I can imagine the hatred that walked the decks of this damn ship and the song sang on Christmas. "Deck the halls with balls of hatred. Fa la la la la la la la la! Tis the season of foes and folly! Fa la la la la la la la la!" (I know, so random but it fits...sorta). *sighs* We've come so far, to have gone NOWHERE! Queen Mary & I are not of the same royal blood b/c obviously this is NOT the royal treatment especially for inocent children! How dare the Queen!//signed//
A Royally Disgruntled Cat's Meow
“Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.”
Zora Neale Hurston
You got that right Zora!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Who was Wallace Thurman?
There is so much history buried in the soil of the African American garden. I stumbled upon one of our flowers during my brief browse thru the queendom. Be enlightened as you enjoy...
Wallace Henry Thurman (1902–1934) was an American novelist during the Harlem Renaissance. He is best known for his novel The Blacker the Berry: A Novel of Negro Life, which explores discrimination among black people based on skin color.
Thurman was born in Salt Lake City to Beulah and Oscar Thurman. Between his mother's many marriages, Wallace and his mother lived with Emma Jackson, his maternal grandmother. His grandmother's home doubled as a saloon where alcohol was served without a license. When Thurman was less than a month old, his father abandoned his wife and son. It was not until Wallace was 30 years old that he met his father.Thurman's early life was marked by loneliness, family instability and illness. He began grade school at age six in Boise, Idaho, but his poor health eventually led to a two-year absence from school, during which he returned to Salt Lake City. From 1910 to 1914, Thurman lived in Chicago, but he would have to finish grammar school in Omaha, Nebraska. During this time, he suffered from persistent heart attacks. While living in Pasadena, California's lower altitude in the winter of 1918, Thurman came down with influenza during the worldwide Influenza Pandemic. Considering his history of illness, he surprisingly recovered and then returned to Salt Lake City, where he finished high school.
Throughout it all, Thurman was a voracious reader. He enjoyed the works of Plato, Aristotle, Shakespeare, Havelock Ellis, Flaubert, Charles Baudelaire and many others. He even wrote his first novel at the age of 10. He attended the University of Utah from 1919 to 1920 as a pre-medical student. However, in 1922 he transferred to the University of Southern California in Los Angeles, but he left without earning a degree. While in Los Angeles, he met and befriended Arna Bontemps and became first a reporter for an African-American-owned newspaper and then a columnist. He also started his first magazine, Outlet, which was intended to be a West Coast equivalent to The Crisis.
In 1925 Thurman moved to Harlem. In less than 10 years, he obtained various employments as a ghostwriter, a publisher, an editor, and a writer of novels, plays, and articles.The following year he became the editor of The Messenger, a socialist journal aimed at blacks. While at The Messenger, Thurman became the first to publish the adult-themed stories of Langston Hughes.Thurman left the journal in October 1926 to become the editor of a white-owned magazine called World Tomorrow. The following month, he collaborated in publishing the literary magazine Fire!! Devoted to the Younger Negro Artists, among whose contributors were Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Richard Bruce Nugent, Aaron Douglas, and Gwendolyn B. Bennett.
Only one issue of Fire!! was ever published. Fire!! challenged the ideas of W. E. B. Du Bois and many of the African American bourgeoisie, who, in their search for social equality and racial integration, believed that black art should serve as propaganda for those ends. The New Negro movement needed to show white Americans that blacks were not inferior. But Thurman and others of the "Niggerati" (the deliberately ironic name Thurman used for the young African American artists and intellectuals of the Harlem Renaissance) wanted to show the real lives of African Americans, both the good and the bad. Thurman believed that black artists should be more objective in their writings and not so self-conscious that they failed to acknowledge and celebrate the arduous conditions of African American lives. As Singh and Scott put it, "Thurman's Harlem Renaissance is, thus, staunch and revolutionary in its commitment to individuality and critical objectivity: the black writer need not pander to the aesthetic preferences of the black middle class, nor should he or she write for an easy and patronizing white approval."
Wallace Henry Thurman (1902–1934) was an American novelist during the Harlem Renaissance. He is best known for his novel The Blacker the Berry: A Novel of Negro Life, which explores discrimination among black people based on skin color.
Thurman was born in Salt Lake City to Beulah and Oscar Thurman. Between his mother's many marriages, Wallace and his mother lived with Emma Jackson, his maternal grandmother. His grandmother's home doubled as a saloon where alcohol was served without a license. When Thurman was less than a month old, his father abandoned his wife and son. It was not until Wallace was 30 years old that he met his father.Thurman's early life was marked by loneliness, family instability and illness. He began grade school at age six in Boise, Idaho, but his poor health eventually led to a two-year absence from school, during which he returned to Salt Lake City. From 1910 to 1914, Thurman lived in Chicago, but he would have to finish grammar school in Omaha, Nebraska. During this time, he suffered from persistent heart attacks. While living in Pasadena, California's lower altitude in the winter of 1918, Thurman came down with influenza during the worldwide Influenza Pandemic. Considering his history of illness, he surprisingly recovered and then returned to Salt Lake City, where he finished high school.
Throughout it all, Thurman was a voracious reader. He enjoyed the works of Plato, Aristotle, Shakespeare, Havelock Ellis, Flaubert, Charles Baudelaire and many others. He even wrote his first novel at the age of 10. He attended the University of Utah from 1919 to 1920 as a pre-medical student. However, in 1922 he transferred to the University of Southern California in Los Angeles, but he left without earning a degree. While in Los Angeles, he met and befriended Arna Bontemps and became first a reporter for an African-American-owned newspaper and then a columnist. He also started his first magazine, Outlet, which was intended to be a West Coast equivalent to The Crisis.
In 1925 Thurman moved to Harlem. In less than 10 years, he obtained various employments as a ghostwriter, a publisher, an editor, and a writer of novels, plays, and articles.The following year he became the editor of The Messenger, a socialist journal aimed at blacks. While at The Messenger, Thurman became the first to publish the adult-themed stories of Langston Hughes.Thurman left the journal in October 1926 to become the editor of a white-owned magazine called World Tomorrow. The following month, he collaborated in publishing the literary magazine Fire!! Devoted to the Younger Negro Artists, among whose contributors were Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Richard Bruce Nugent, Aaron Douglas, and Gwendolyn B. Bennett.
Only one issue of Fire!! was ever published. Fire!! challenged the ideas of W. E. B. Du Bois and many of the African American bourgeoisie, who, in their search for social equality and racial integration, believed that black art should serve as propaganda for those ends. The New Negro movement needed to show white Americans that blacks were not inferior. But Thurman and others of the "Niggerati" (the deliberately ironic name Thurman used for the young African American artists and intellectuals of the Harlem Renaissance) wanted to show the real lives of African Americans, both the good and the bad. Thurman believed that black artists should be more objective in their writings and not so self-conscious that they failed to acknowledge and celebrate the arduous conditions of African American lives. As Singh and Scott put it, "Thurman's Harlem Renaissance is, thus, staunch and revolutionary in its commitment to individuality and critical objectivity: the black writer need not pander to the aesthetic preferences of the black middle class, nor should he or she write for an easy and patronizing white approval." During this time, Thurman's rooming house apartment at 267 West 136th Street in Harlem became the main place where the African-American literary avant-garde and visual artists of the Harlem Renaissance met and socialized.Thurman and Hurston mockingly called the room "Niggerati Manor", in reference to all of the black literati who showed up there. The walls of Niggerati Manor were painted red and black, colors to be emulated on the cover of Fire!! Nugent painted murals on the walls, some of which contained homoerotic content.
In 1928, Thurman published another magazine called Harlem: a Forum of Negro Life, whose contributors included Alain Locke, George Schuyler, and Alice Dunbar-Nelson. The publication lasted for only two issues.[citation needed] Afterwards, Thurman became a reader for a major New York publishing company, the first African American ever in such a position.
Thurman married Louise Thompson Patterson on August 22, 1928. The marriage lasted only six months. Thompson said that Wallace was a homosexual and thus their union was incompatible.
Mr.Thurman died at the age of 32 from tuberculosis, which many suspect was exacerbated by his long fight with alcoholism.
Thurman's writings
- According to Langston Hughes, who noted Thurman's dark complexion in this statement, Thurman was "...a strangely brilliant black boy, who had read everything and whose critical mind could find something wrong with everything he read." Though it was to become the basis for some of his strongest writings, from the beginning Thurman's dark skin color was an issue, prompting negative comments and reactions from various black and white Americans.
- Thurman wrote a play, Harlem, which debuted on Broadway in 1929 to mixed reviews. The same year his novel The Blacker the Berry: A Novel of Negro Life was published. The novel is now recognized as a groundbreaking work of fiction because of its focus on intraracial prejudice and colorism, specifically between light-skinned and dark-skinned black people.
- Three years later Thurman published Infants of the Spring, a satire of the themes and the individuals of the Harlem Renaissance. He co-authored The Interne, a final novel with A.L. Furman, published in 1932.
BTW, I have FIRE!! and The Blacker the Berry and they are great reads! I'll share excerpts later:)
This is one of places I will be visiting during my very brief visit to NYC next week and I can't wait!
//signed//
A very informative Cat's Meow
Thursday, June 17, 2010
You Love You!
Try not 2 B so consumed w/ ur mate or work that u get beside or outside of urself, beneath urself, above & e'rything else but OF urself. It's easier existing 4 urself rather than existing 4 sum 1 else & if ur mate can't understand that then is this really ur 'soulmate' or just a mate that's occupying ur soul? Don't wait 2 late 2 focus on u cuz the real U may not be studyin' U later. Yeah I'm speaking 2 U! Stop making excuses 2 ignore urself. Embrace urself regularly. Love U a lot. Kiss u everyday and honor urself 24/7 baby! No one else can do it betta! Spend time with U. Take U out 2 dinner & compliment urself constantly. Love u unconditionally w/o exceptions and accept U always. Be ur own priority, don't make urself an option. //signed//
The Cat's Meow
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Recycled Bullshit!
Ok Ok Ok! E'ryday, at every moment I am surrounded with foolishness and mayhem and shit that makes ya go "What the hell!" Ok now check it...I was roaming thru my queendom, checking upon my mere peasants when I got the urge to use the Lil Diva's Room. I scurried along in 5 inch, platform M. Jacobs to the powder room in this shopping establishment. I went into the stall, hung up my purse and just before I took out the toilet liner I noticed the water in the toilet had a slight yellow tint. "Who da hell used the bathroom and didn't flush? Old nasty gal!" Stall number 2...what ok so these little trollops don't believe in flushing the Johns these days!? Stall number 3 made this Meow scream loud as hell! In the middle of my ranting and raving I see this sign right about the toilet:
Now what in the Gagalicious Drawls is this mess?! Reclaimed water? Don't they mean RECYCLED PISS! Do you know how hard it was for me to Diva Drizzle in water that looked like someone else's pee? I was so afraid that I would pee too hard and the "pee" in the water would splash and hit me in the ass! Who the hell comes up with this stuff? It has to be a man since they don't have to sit and split. You know we women would not have come up with this nasty ass concept! Do you know how much I was Peed Off (no pun intended)! Whoever came up with this should be forced to drink this crappy idea on ice and rinse their mouf out with this nasty H2O. I am so appalled and insulted. How dare someone think this was a good i-fucking-dea! Damn are we that damn broke that we have to recycle toilet water. Oh the debauchery! The catastrophic bullshit! I can't take it anymore...where the hell is my cockail?!
//signed//
The Disgustingly Irritated Cat's Meow
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wild Things Do NOT Make My Heart Sing!
What on earf is this world coming to? Don't answer that. Why did my co-counselor just tell me today that he has Sugar gliders in his home?! Now I say to myself, "Now self?" And myself says, "Huh". Is he telling me that he has Alvin, Simon and gotdern Theodore taking up residence in his home?" WTF? Do they at least sing?! First of all, nothing and I mean absolutely nothing can live in my home that does not pay rent, electricity, water or trash bill to be there. Times are hard and we are in a recession so if you c-o-h-a-b-i-t-a-t-e in my domicile, you better believe that you will be paying some damn bills! Hell naw, u ain't gonna be laying up on my couch all willy nilly funking up the joint and not pay any bills!
Secondly, how in the sam hills do you take something out of it's original habitat and encage it in ur room? (insert blank stare) How would you feel if I took you outta ur home, threw u in da back seat of my dusty Altima, and encaged you in my damn shoe box!? Would you like that? How about NO unless u some sick freak. Hell, I'm claustrophobic so u know my ass ain't trying to be caged up. How is this normal? Human beings are so gotdamn arrogant that we feel that we can just take some damn wildlife against it's own free and humble will and just lock it up in some cage and watch it. The damn gliders oughta bite the everloving shit outta him! What the hell is he doing with it in his room? They, for damn sure aint for entertainment. Those little shits bark, bite, pee down ur arm and keep you up at night. Who could possibly find entertainment in these shenanigans? I hear it takes about 15 minutes to even prepare a meal for these lil rodents. WTH? We won't talk about their asses shitting lil pellets all over the room. Oh the smell....*gulps* I think I just threw up in my mouth a lil bit!
Why, all of a sudden, this scenerio put me in the mind of an ex? Ate e'rything, shitted up a storm, funked up the joint and kept a bitch up all night with foolishness and mayhem! I should now change his ID in my phone to Human Sugar Glider.
*changeASSHOLE to Human Sugar Glider*
Ok back to our regularly scheduled programming....
This creature belongs in the wild. WILD meaning not domesticated! Not for home usage! Not to be housed as a pet! It means BITE THE SHIT OUTTA YOU! I hope for the life of me that this dude does not have a girlfriend or boyfriend depending on what he's into. Who would wanna make love to someone with this lil big-eyed critter staring at them barking?! I mean I'll try anything once but I refuse to perform an amateur porn show for a chipmunk looking critter! I just damn refuse....well how much money are we talking here? Not only is he harvesting Suger Gliders but his ass has like 2 cats and a damn dog I hear! Stop the gotdern madness! I can't talk about it anymore. My side hurts from laughing. Now I have the strong urge to watch the lil creature in a red shirt with an A on the front of it and his 2 orphaned brothers. Oh well, till next time folks.
//signed//
The Domesticated Cat's Meow
Why, all of a sudden, this scenerio put me in the mind of an ex? Ate e'rything, shitted up a storm, funked up the joint and kept a bitch up all night with foolishness and mayhem! I should now change his ID in my phone to Human Sugar Glider.
*change
Ok back to our regularly scheduled programming....
This creature belongs in the wild. WILD meaning not domesticated! Not for home usage! Not to be housed as a pet! It means BITE THE SHIT OUTTA YOU! I hope for the life of me that this dude does not have a girlfriend or boyfriend depending on what he's into. Who would wanna make love to someone with this lil big-eyed critter staring at them barking?! I mean I'll try anything once but I refuse to perform an amateur porn show for a chipmunk looking critter! I just damn refuse....well how much money are we talking here? Not only is he harvesting Suger Gliders but his ass has like 2 cats and a damn dog I hear! Stop the gotdern madness! I can't talk about it anymore. My side hurts from laughing. Now I have the strong urge to watch the lil creature in a red shirt with an A on the front of it and his 2 orphaned brothers. Oh well, till next time folks.
//signed//
The Domesticated Cat's Meow
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