Marcos Is Part Of My Connection To The Stardust

Good people, please don't get spooked by this. There are times that I hear Marcos say my name or walk through this house.

When Marcos' makes himself known, since his passing to the other side, I am not scared but rather grateful.

I'm trying to find the words to post about profound lessons I've learned since he passed. When it is honest those words will be posted.

I went to go see the Alexander McQueen exhibit with family, there was a moment we got to see the following. This hologram and music captures some of what I feel while Marcos' stardust pays me a visit.

The Origins of the GLBTQ Pride Movement

Yes, the GLBTQ community has come a long way, but let's keep on keeping on! The love and education needed to liberate so many, does continue on. Hate and bigotry is always circling in order to take away freedoms that are divine given rights.

Good people, this documentary is mandatory viewing for every human being on this planet.

"When police raided the Stonewall Inn, a popular gay bar in the Greenwich Village section of New York City on June 28, 1969, the street erupted into violent protests that lasted for the next six days. The Stonewall riots, as they came to be known, marked a major turning point in the modern gay civil rights movement in the United States and around the world."

Click here to watch the documentary online.

And The Heavens Opened

Good people, we had one fierce downpour here in CT. There was thunder, lightning, and everything frightening.

This all occurred during an award ceremony for students at my second job. As we were about to hand out awards the lights went out! Only emergency lighting went into effect.

We had to huddle up and pass out the awards, and eat dinner quickly in order to make the most out of the minimal light that came in through the foyer windows.

The cherry on this experience was me coming home to a power outage. Mother Nature done turned a bitch out.

I sat and waited. Suddenly I heard a neighbor across the street scream in totally jubilation. A bitch was lit once again! Halleloo.

A Cure For What May Ail You

Anyone that has seen this and no longer finds it genius is a jaded bitch. There I done said it. Amen and hallelujah!

I send this out to Aaron who is not feeling feeling well.

L M N O P

While working with the yungins I am reminded how new the world is to them. A great example is when I have to teach the alphabets and how each letter has a sound.

The tricky part is the vowels. In the english language they have two sounds (short and long), and get into this, some consonants have a hard and soft sound.

Let's play now with Ms. India and Elmo. However, make sure that a child learning the ABCs knows that L M N O P each have a separate sound. The yungins tend to muddle these letters together.

How This Chicken Got On My Plate?

Marcos was and still is a godsend for me. Good people, the divine sent Marcos to me so I can know love, learn, understand and evolve.

Let me share this one experience provided by Marcos, a son of Obatala, that required me to be part of prepping a live chicken for dinner.

What I recall is seeing a live chicken in our kitchen on Warren St. Then the chicken having human hands end the its life.

I recall putting the chicken into a simmering pot of water, and plucking it completely. I then had to butcher the bird and go deep within its cavity. I was told how to prep the chicken by an elder, and at that point Allan checked out and another part of me took over.

I do not recall at all, how I ended up with a clean and gutted chicken. This city boy went into automatic-ancestrally guided-pilot.

I do recall taking the prepared bird and making a savory chicken soup. Everyone, but I, loved the soup. My mind was swimming in contemplation. I wasn't grossed out, just taking in how I saw this chicken went from being alive to soup in front of my eyes, and through the effort of my hands.

We all need to experience and know where our food comes from. Whether it is animal, fruit or plant. Our ancestors done did a lot to bring food to the plate.

Take this video in. BTW, it is humane, yet doesn't pull punches.

Cheated Out of a Barbie

My sister Jenny so did not get the memo that informed her that when you have a gay brother into fashion, you are suppose to let him dress up and make you all sparkly. While I was lucky because I did get to play with her Barbies, she cheated me out of using her to play dress up.

Well, she did let me dress her up, once, for her 16th birthday. It was in December so she needed to be warm yet stylish. My cousin Eugene and I took her out for dinner and the World Trade Center way back in the 80s.

Her gift from me would be a complete outfit, from head to toe, bought at Unique, which was the trendiest store in the Village. It consisted of a turtleneck, bolero knit jacket and tartan pleated pants. Think Annie Lennox meets the Cosby kids. She ended up with three pieces that worked into her wardrobe and she pumped each item for points.

With such a successful experience you would think she would have had me by her side whenever she went clothes shopping. Yeah, not so much.

While she did always ask for my opinion whenever she came back from shopping, my nerves were kept in check, because she usually bought something cute. However, I was always left wondering if there was something shorter, longer, or at the very least in a different color.

I currently have a bone to pick with her, because she is yet once again not taking advantage of her access to the queens in her life.

My dear friend since high school, Devon, is an amazing designer. His sense of style is right on, and his work is always impeccable.

I keep telling my dear sister to commission my gay sistah for the occasional, frock, blouse, coat or jacket. Jenny will get a hot custom made garment, and Devon will make some coins. A win-win situation.

I guess I will have to settle with the fact she is a loving sister, an awesome mother, a warrior. However, when it comes to being my living Barbie, I just have to suck my teeth and roll my eyes.

Maybe I'll luck out in the far future when she gets a granddaughter. Ha! Who am I kidding? Jenny will snatch that little girl up for herself.

These amazing dolls are from the Byron Lars Barbie Collection. Click on dolls for a larger image.Click here for more.