Gentilly Girl- a part of the 99%

January 23, 2008

I Need A Room, Puleeeeease!

Jefferson Parish just passed a rule that outlaws rooms by the hour.

I guess David Vitter has to go back to Canal Street now. Stock up on the diapers girls!
Thanks Jefferson Parish for pushing your perverts to come to New Orleans for their sexual pleasures. (God damn David Duke supporters… perverts all.)

Why I Talk About These Things

Filed under: Aside,LGBT,Trans-Feminist — Tags: , — Morwen Madrigal @ 6:37 am
This is in answer to the Nightmare Returns.
Thanks everyone. This is the kind of poop many of us having running in background in our OS’s. It’s the kind of stuff we need to ferret out in order to become US. (Have no ferrets, but tons of catz, but they are useless in this query except for loving us as we are.)
Who stated: “Know thyself”? Oh yes… the Pythoness of Delphi. Socrates engraved it in stone, but it comes from the Old Mystery Tradition. “Know Thyself.”

(There is more to this, but I will only do it privately… not meant for the great unwashed.)

Interesting the connections and scenarios most of us can conjure up looking at that statement. How many of us cannot understand ourselves and why we do what we do?

So horrible, but how many of us can walk those final steps to the Abyss to be able to finally understand that phrase? I do know… been there, done that, but now I understand the voices.

The voices didn’t promise anything except to pull me from the brink, just as what I’m experiencing now. Been there and done that poop.

We have the power to become Transformative agents. Many of us see the dicotomies of culture and philosophy. We “see” the New World. We crave it, in fact.

It’s the freakin’ damn goal of being Human.

As much as I’d like to see a World with a majority of folks like me, endocrine disruptive chemicals and estrogens in the environment can and will make us the inheritors of the New World. Look at the sea-life based studies.

I don’t wish to be the majority. I wish to be considered Human, with a twist. I don’t wish to see children more conflicted as me.

Yes, I’m more than most, female and male, and a mentality that can encompass it all, but what I really wish for is children that do not have to fight my battles of the Past.

Maybe we have reached the tipping point on this shit. Maybe I’m too late. If I am too late, treat them kindly and accept what the Future many bring. I’m just the first of many.

Years ago I wrote about the possibilities of our chemical pollution of our planet. No one seemed to care, but the agents I referred to are still active, and they will continue to do their thing.

I can never change my chemical/biological/genetic past. I didn’t do it… it just happened. Though I can speak about the wonders, the epiphanies of being Intersexed/Trans I can’t wish my life upon any child. I’m not a fool… it’s a hard life to live

Yes I fight for my kind, but I pray for the day this doesn’t need to be: whether we are Trans or not, or there is no Trans really. Get me.

Now I’m back in the fray fighting for my sisters and brothers. I stand in a “Place” that has no judgement upon what I am, only who I am. I am myself.

I spent my life trying to live up to a dictum: “Prove who we are, and what we are not”.

One thing I have learned over the years: I am what I am, and fuck those who will refute that. I AM a woman, and fuck anyone who disputes that fact.

I take care of the folks around me. I hold them in my arms and thoughts. I am kind to others. I CARE.

I’m a woman, and that’s what women do: we take care of folks. We are what we are. This is biological destiny.

Anyone who wants to prove my words different, you come face-to-face with me, and we will hash it out.

The Grey Ghost Is a Grey “Ghoul”

Filed under: Crime,Fools,Fred Radtke,Grey Ghost,New Orleans,NOPD — Tags: , , , , , , — Morwen Madrigal @ 2:40 am

The NOLA Blogosphere is roiling about an article in the N.O. City Business news concerning a crazed ex-Marine and his war against graffiti and public art. (Yes, I wrote “Public Art”.) Here’s the current article about this insane agenda-driven asshole.

Here’s another piece about him from the same publication.

Quotes:

“He may think what he’s doing is a corrective measure but it’s unauthorized in many cases and doesn’t correct the graffiti but just camouflages it with another color of paint. That’s the same thing,” said Lary Hesdorffer, Vieux Carre Commission director. “It may be with better intent but that doesn’t make it right.” 

And how the Ghoul describes his mission:

“Radtke operates under the “broken windows” philosophy: A broken window left unrepaired will lead to more broken windows and more decay in the quality of life.

And he applies this theory to graffiti with a missionary zeal. To Radtke, graffiti is not just an eyesore, it is a personal offense to himself and the community. He accuses taggers of being anarchists, agitators and members of the church of Satan.”

I fit his description of the graffiti folks (though I don’t indulge my painting desires), but the damn Satanists crap? Get a grip you fucking fart. Satanists are Christians turned inside-out. I’m a Goddess worshipper… we were here thousands of years before your Patriarchal bullshit fucks emerged from the caves bordering the desert. We had cities and cultures whist your kind were still deciding on a civilized way to deal with your excretory methods. Your kind of fucks are those that are killing the World, but as long as there is no spray-painting, it’s okay, right asshole?
More crap about this fuck-up:

“Radtke’s opponents agree with his quest to eliminate spray-painted vandalism and gang-related tags, but they say he overstepped an important boundary when he took it upon himself to “gray out” graffiti on private buildings without the permission of the property owners.

“Some people don’t notice the big gray splotches until you point them out and then they see them everywhere,” said Michael Dingler, founder of Nola Rising, a post-Katrina campaign to encourage people to display public works of art.

“But what’s the difference between someone who paints their name on a building and Radtke painting big gray boxes over the graffiti? Just because he can’t afford to get rid of it the right way that’s no excuse to do it the wrong way.”

This shit gets grants from the City and his paint supplier to continue his “mission”. The NOPD thinks he’s aces. The locals pretty much think he’s a crazed fucking asshole. City signs painted battleship grey? Private property marked by his evangelic mission for God against Satan? Screw me now if you think this douchebag deserves credit for anything outside of creating animosities.
Who’s the fucking vandal here?

“His latest attacks concerning an organization named NOLA Rising. These folks create removable art, street signs and advertisements for community events, and for their efforts, the Grey Ghost is trying to get their founder, Micheal Dingler indicted upon charges for doing the good works NOLA Rising does.”

The Ghoul, aka Fred Radtke, thinks he is the anointed in the salvation of New Orleans. His mission, his goal, the meaning of his worthless life… the purpose, deserves to be interned in a mental asylum. This creature is a mental case from freakin’ damn Hell, but the NOPD (those folks who will not take down real criminals and instead fuck with misdemeanders since they won’t get shot at… and tickets keep the Nagin government alive) say this about this loathsome creature:

“What he’s doing is work that the city would be doing itself provided we had the resources and manpower,” said NOPD spokesman Sgt. Joe Narcisse. “He’s covering up graffiti and if the city had a team to do that it would do so. He’s not doing anything that we aren’t asking him to do.”.

So Mr. Ghoul, aka Fred Radtke, I have a one story stringwall underneath our raised home. It will be many months before we can do a facade on it, so I’m going to do my own, and hire some of the work out to your hated graffiti artists. You know, us Anarchists and Satan worshippers. I want you and your minions to touch the handle on my gates… It’s legal under Louisiana law to shoot intruders. Set foot on our property you deranged, cross-wearing fucking jarhead, and you get to pay the price for your mis-directed bullshit. (Navy Seals were always better than you jerks anyway.).

Leave private property alone, leave NOLA Rising alone, and stop screwing up the City’s signs. And for the Goddesses’ sake, get a fucking J.O.B. and stop living off grants from the city and Helm Paint. (What a damn loser…) And BTW- get the fuck over removable messages of hope. (Unless of course, you have no hope in Life.)
More here, and here, and here, and here, and here.

So Grey Ghoul, it’s time for you to retire, get a real job without outside grants, fix your Lakeview house and vanish from the Public scene. Creatures such as yourself don’t belong here in New Orleans. Take your Road Home and get the Hell out of our city. For you Freddie, here comes an old Military saying, “Eat a bucket of shit, bark at the Moon, and fuck off and die”. (My thoughts for you exactly.)
And NOPD? Why the Hell can’t you do your fucking jobs about the taggers? Scared they may spray-paint you? Are the taggers that much scarier than the Zulu warriors? Get a damn job you can live with… say WalMart maybe.

January 20, 2008

Filed under: Aside,LGBT,Trans-Feminist — Morwen Madrigal @ 11:41 pm

January 18, 2008

The Nightmare Returns

Filed under: Aside,LGBT,Trans-Feminist — Tags: , , — Morwen Madrigal @ 7:22 pm

Most of us have had bad things happen in our lives. I’ve seen bodies shattered by disease, corpses with their brains blown out… homeless people frozen to death in front of heated buildings. I seem to be able to deal with those things intellectually and emotionally, but I am powerless when facing my own demons.

Usually I can keep them in the background… hidden, leashed, but the other night they escaped my control, and I scared the Hell out of very good friend. Thank goodness Betts was there to drag me to the car and get me home. I’ve been a basket case since then, but I finally got the clue that I had been searching for: the “Dark Lord”.

That’s what the man who raped me for 8 hours 24 years ago called himself. He slipped me a mickey whilst we were watching a movie, and I woke up to being chained to eyebolts in a floor and laying on a filthy mattress. During all that time, outside of the pain he delivered, I was constantly wondering when and how he would kill me. Would my body be found in a dumpster or China Basin?

He let me go in the late morning. Congratulated me for entering the Gay lifestyle. All I could think of was that I’m not Gay. “Power over another”. I remained holed up in my apartment for a week crying, and then got the courage up to go back out into the World and try to live. (My rapist died four years later of AIDS, and though I visited and helped many of the boys who were dying of the same disease, I never entered his room. I couldn’t find it within me to show any form of kindness to him.) The power of forgiveness wasn’t coming through my soul.

I thought that I had dealt with this shit years ago, but I didn’t realize that this was riding piggy-back on the events of 50 years past. Genital mutilation, negation of beingness, all in the name of societal norms. I can still see them coming for me, to lay me on a cold stainless steel table and then they start carving my body apart so that I would fit their visions of normalcy. I couldn’t speak… had no power. All I could do is lay there and take the injustice that they did to my body.

The rape was a violation of my body, but this earlier event was a violation of my very being. Right now I’m feeling the physical and emotional pain of the first year of Life. Somehow I’ll get through this. Finally I’m not letting intellect to deal with this. I’m using my heart, and it really hurts.

I have many friends around the world that are victims of these treatments. I’ve watched them struggle with the same memories and then become themselves. I guess it’s my turn to face the demon and slay it. This isn’t going to be easy, but it must be done. The nightmare cannot eat my soul.

I refuse to live under the dictates of others. I will not let the bastards win. This is MY LIFE. My friends, my world. I see a Sun shining on the flowers in my garden, and I will again be the blythe spirit that I entered this incarnation as. My World will be filled with Light, Life and Love. Friends are around… there’s so much to do and learn.

This coming March I won’t be 51… it’s MY first B’Day. I’m reclaiming my life.

Brothers and sisters, “the Sleeper has awoken”. It’s a new day.

January 16, 2008

Still Pulling For John Edwards

Filed under: Campaign 2008,John Edwards — Tags: , — Morwen Madrigal @ 4:08 pm

I will write on the topic soon, but this HuffPo piece sums up many of my thoughts on the election choices for President.

Here. 

January 14, 2008

One Can Never Be Too Old To Be Stupid

Filed under: Fools,New Orleans,NOLA Bloggers,Sinn Fein — Tags: , , , — Morwen Madrigal @ 9:15 pm

Yet another fuckmook hates New Orleans, and he’s 80 years old. (And he was a cub reporter for the T-P, yucko.)
Some people… *shakes head* can always find a way to piss the living freakin’ Hell out of me. I think I’ll rant on this later.
Curtsey to New Orleans Ladder.

Sinn Fein

Update- Seems the piece was actually a satire and a play on words. I over-reacted since I wasn’t in the humorous way last evening.

January 13, 2008

Kindly Thoughts (?) From the “New” America

Yesterday some syphilitic ass decided to type a piece that is another slam job against our city and the folks that live here. It is a vile and putrid screed originating from a  “Conservative mind” that relies on USA Today for the information.

Oyster weighed in, and then asked Ashley to take out the garbage. Cousin Pat did his thing, and me… well I just posted some comments. (had crap to do yesterday concerning our house.)  All in all, I think the fuckmook and his little allies got an eyeful of the real truth about New Orleans as they hurridly tried to find the Back key.

BTW- The mook even trashed our cuisine and our coffee. What a piece of work from a “New Amerikkkan”. Many of the comments are also from this herd of brain dead blobs of protoplasm.
Don’t fuck with us swamp people. That’s the lesson for today.

Sinn Fein!

January 12, 2008

“Protection of the Victim”?

NOPD is playing games again concerning crime reports to the citizenry. Though they post crime maps on the City’s website (two fucking weeks old), they do not believe it’s in the best interest of the people to KNOW what’s happening day-to-day in their respective neighborhoods. (Oh yes, it also protects the tourist industry here so they can claim all is “safe” in the city as they woo more folks down here to spend money.)
I call BULLSHIT on this one, trice-fucking unabashed B/S.

Try this freakin’ poop out:

“Narcisse maintained the department wants to keep the public informed and to follow the law, but he said Kahler should never have received records with victim identification and other details that could be harmful to investigations.

“The ultimate concern is protection of the victim,” said Narcisse, who also emphasized that officers must make sure that no information is released that will jeopardize making arrests.”

This from the same assholes who, after I reported being mugged by a thug at gunpoint, brought the supposed perp (along with five squad cars) to MY HOUSE for ID’ing. I reported a buffed Black man in his 20′s, and thank the Goddess they had “captured” a 70-year old man who did side work in the Marigny. But the point is that they brought the “perp” to my home, and he didn’t know where I lived when he put the 45 to my chest and forehead.

NOPD is not about policing a community. It’s only purpose is to protect the tourism, business and moneyed communities. It is not in the business of enforcing the Law, unless of course if enforcement means tickets to enrich the City Treasury and/or the tow truck companies.

The motto of every police department is to “Serve and Protect”. That motto covers All citizens, not a select few. The cops here in New Orleans don’t understand that. (Please note: I’m not peeing on the rank and file cops… they are only as good as their superiors.) Chief Riley has never understood that pledge, and for that he must be removed from his position. (And no cushy bailout job like the Majority arranged for the racist D.A. that resigned.)
If the City has to look elsewhere in the country for a real Chief of Police, so be it. If the man or woman chosen for the task isn’t Black, who freakin’ cares. We, the people of New Orleans, which keeps the City running on the real level, needs, desires, and deserves a real police department, not the shit sham piece that the Nagin Administration keeps in place.

We, yes we… the little folks of all stripes and colors, are the ones rebuilding this city, no thanks to the Naganites, and we both deserve and demand a responsible and efficient, honest and caring, police force. Nothing less will do.

Do you hear me now Mr. Nagin?

Sinn Fein

January 11, 2008

There is Blood in the Dust…

There’s blood in the dust
Where the city’s heart beats
The children play games
That they take from the streets
How can you teach when you’ve so much to learn
May you turn
In your grave
New world.

There is hate in your eyes
I have seen it before
Planning destruction
Behind the locked door
Were you the coward who fired the last shot
May you rot
In your grave
New world.

There is death in the air
With the lights growing dim
As those who survive
Sing a desperate hymn
Pray that God grants you one final request
May you rest
In your grave
New world.”

(The Strawbs, 1972)

As I wake up today, these lyrics fill my soul.

One year ago today there was a march against violence to the steps of New Orleans’ City Hall demanding that something be done to reduce the levels of violence and murder in the City. After the rally promises were made, plans laid, and nothing happened even though our Public Officials still got paid. What can we do?

Storming the Bastille in order to directly confront these fuckmooks and demand a change peacefully, or just tear the place apart? I choose the latter. Violence to fight violence. If the City officials cannot do the jobs they are paid for, then they must fucking go away.

Sinn Fein

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