Purging 101

Cnv0002.bmp What’s he hiding?

Let us all reveal something about ourselves that maybe we haven’t told a lot of people. Perhaps it will be therapeutic, or cathartic, or nothing more than a few seconds of utter self absorption - but who cares?

Really, it doesn’t matter. Just do it - Reveal something about yourself now. Something that makes you feel vulnerable or proud.

Uhm…

When I was younger, I couldn’t stand the word BLOOD. For some reason it always made me queasy. Anytime my mother wanted to shut me up, or show some friends of hers how weird I could be, she would scream “blood, blood, blood…” until I couldn’t take it any longer. Then I would get nauseous and dizzy, and would, at times, come close to fainting. Eventually I learned to be able to accept blood for what it is, a vital part of our survival. But there are still some other words that have to do with circulation that I don’t like to talk about. And I have two siblings, who are or will be doctors, and not only can they talk about blood and other “stuff” in our bodies, they can see organs, and play with muscles on a daily basis. And I don’t understand how they don’t throw up.

Oh, and I’m still afraid of the sound a balloon makes when it pops.

Get PAID for SEX!!!

Dsc02684.jpg
Okay, not really but I thought that would get your attention.

I am trying to write this story for a magazine about men who go to sex parties or swing clubs with hired women (prostitutes/escorts/strippers/whatever). If you are a man who has done this, or have a “friend,” or a friend of a “friend” who might have paid a girl to go to a party with him, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE contact me.

Email me: hottwax@hotmail.com

If not, do you feel boring right now?
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Fetus or Baby

Dsc02670.jpg Feet-us and Baby

Senate Passes Fetus Protection Bill
Who defines the beginning of life? According to something like this, it’s our friendly United States gestapo, er, government.

in case you don’t want to click on the link because you’re too damn lazy - here’s a bit of the story:
———————————————————————————————
WASHINGTON (AP) - The Senate voted Thursday to make it a separate crime to harm a fetus during commission of a violent federal crime, a victory for those seeking to expand the legal rights of the unborn.

The 61-38 vote on the Unborn Victims of Violence Act sends the legislation, after a five-year battle in Congress, to President Bush for his signature, which he promised to provide.

“Pregnant women who have been harmed by violence, and their families, know that there are two victims - the mother and the unborn child - and both victims should be protected by federal law,” the president said in a statement applauding congressional passage. The House passed the bill last month.
———————————————————————————————
Do you understand what this means? Do you understand that even before this act was passed the media and government have been preparing us for something like this? Think about it. I’m not clear as to whether Laci Peterson’s unborn “baby” was actually born alive, or died as a result of his mother being brutally murdered, but the fact that Scott Peterson is being charged with two counts of murder, one for his wife and one for his unborn son Connor, weighs heavily on just how significant this unborn fetus act really is.

Remember, there is a large movement of people out there trying to overturn the Roe v. Wade decision of 1973. This bill supports their views by saying that fetus = baby. For them, if fetus= baby, then abortion = murder.

How far can this go before we’ve gone to far?
Or are we already too far gone?

Getting the Right Angle

Dsc02602.jpg
Sometimes I just feel like life is too sloppy to draw out on paper. You can never get the right emotion, dimensions or feel. It was raining in New York today, which made me blah.
BLAH.BLAH.

I am in a funk.

Oh no, that’s something I stepped in.
No, it’s not, it’s funk.
We all have our funky days, right?

The real question is, do we all have days where we eat lunch in close proximity to Sally Struthers? Bet you can’t say yes, but I can. Unless of course it was a life size weeble wobble who looked like Sally Struthers. No, this wasn’t your ordinary pudgeball. I know it was Sally.

The Microwave Game

Dsc02600.jpg Me, only younger…

My friend Jeff taught me this game, it’s best played with friends who appreciate a not so nice sense of humor.

The game is about finding someone that reminds you of someone you already know, or some famous person you will never know. Once you find them, you base how much time they would need in a microwave, on how much time it would take to make them look more like the person you think they resemble. How long you’d place them in the microwave depends on what body parts need melting, modification, bloating and/or shrinking.

Let’s use the above picture for example:
“Hey that looks like Jamye in a microwave on defrost for one minute then placed on high for eight minutes..”

Get it. Got it. Now go try it.

Spring on the chest

Dsc02581.jpg
This is a few days late, but as “we” like to say here in New York (I have no idea who this collective “we” is) - “better late than pregnant.” Unless of course you’re trying to get pregnant, than “we” would say “sucks that you were just late and not pregnant”…anyway…

Spring.
March.
Coming in like a lion and out like a lamb.
Not really though. And why did we learn that thing about March anyway? Isn’t the weather highly unpredictable, sort of like life? Arctic fronts, global warming. Lambs and lions. Lambs. Served warm. With mint jelly.

I have never tried mint jelly, because of it’s association with lamb. And I stopped eating lamb(chops) when I was young. I hadn’t realized that lamb was lamb (I was like 6) until I asked my mom if lamb was indeed lamb, and once she told me “yes, Jamye it IS lamb” I stopped eating it at once. Like I said, I have issues, lots of eating issues…especially involving animals…if you don’t know what I mean, ask me to a meal sometime…or don’t, if you know what’s good for you…Sometimes going out to eat with me is like a low-budget production, more work than it’s worth.

Switching gears…There are more dangerous animals out there…

this headline from Salon
March 20, 2021 | NEW YORK — A New York hospital has been ordered to turn over abortion records to the Justice Department, which is seeking them for its legal battle over the Partial-Birth Abortion Act.

Lambs. Lions. Evil Politicians. I smell something, but I’m not sure if it’s Spring.

Whose Body, Whose Rights?

Dsc01595.jpg My body…my rights?

Okay, so this is a bit more serious than any of my other posts. I didn’t know this story until a few days after it broke, but apparently a lot of people didn’t know about this, because EVERYONE I asked had no idea.

This is the headline, click on it and link to the story:
Utah woman who refused Caesarean charged with murdering fetus

Regardless of what your decision would have been, this case could MAJORLY affect abortion rights.

There are only two groups of people:
PRO CHOICE and ANTI CHOICE…
I am too young to remember when women didn’t have choice, but I am not too old to get my choice taken away. We can’t let the fact that we have the freedom to make decisions be taken for granted.

On April 25th there is a March for Women’s Lives taking place in Washington DC. If you can make it, I urge you to march.

We don’t have guarantees. Roe vs. Wade can be overturned, and there is a good chance it will be.

This is some scary shit. Seriously scary.

On the corner of 3rd Ave. and 12th St.

Dsc02543.jpg
Whoever created this ad for Adidas should get a big ass promotion because everytime I pass it, I am inspired. It reminds me of something Nike once ran:
You do not have to be your mother unless she is who you want to be. You do not have to be your mother’s mother, or your mother’s mother’s mother, or even your grandmother’s mother on your father’s side. You may inherit their chins or their hips or their eyes, but you are not destined to become the women who came before you. You are not destined to live their lives. So if you inherit something, inherit their strength. If you inherit something, inherit their resilience. Because the only person you are destined to become is the person YOU DECIDE to be.

Adidas and Nike..selling so much more than sneakers…

My friend Mike

mike.bmp This is what Mike really looks like..only here he’s made of clay

Mike must have been really bored at work because this is what I found in my inbox today…(and I love him for it)

Y is it so damn cold today when it was so damn warm yesterday?

MIKE: The jet stream is a river of fast flowing air at high altitudes above the earth that generally flows from west to east over the mid-latitudes. To be called a “jet stream” the winds should be faster than 57 mph, but the term is often wrongly used for all upper-level winds. Usually, the jet stream separates cold polar air to its north from warmer air to its south. During major cold outbreaks over the USA, the jet stream often dives south, sometimes moving well over the Gulf of Mexico. During unusually mild winter weather and during the summer, the jet stream retreats northward into Canada.

Y is there a crazy woman screaming at the window inside a bank’s ATM facility about being trapped when she could have just used the door?

MIKE: Because deep down some people like being trapped. There’s an openness to New York that you and I eagerly embrace but to some it represents a vast emptyness that is both intimidating and vile. They are confused people stuck in a world they will never understand and therefore their anger rests at a level far beyond our understanding. Sure, the woman you saw screaming at the window inside the bank’s ATM facility expressed her anger boisterously and for all to hear but her crazy frightened eyes would have been all the more chilling had she been outside. She would have been a volcano running a risk of implosion or explosion, either one resulting in a great number of casualties. So it is best for her to remain in a box, in her capitalistic bubble so the rest of the world can be safe from her rage, so she can be an exhibit on display on our gold paved streets. And by the way, fuck Chase, I hate that bank.

Y do people who walk down the streets with umbrellas feel that it’s okay to poke me in the eye with them?

MIKE: Would you rather them poke you in the ass?

Y can’t people just be who they say they are?

MIKE: My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!

Y do the boys I like like me after I’m done liking them?

MIKE: Fucking ***** won’t shut up about you!!!! I’m like, “____, ____, it’s over dude. Get a grip, that was a couple years ago. I know you had your kicks, I know you want more, you’ve got to move on………yeah….I know…..brother, I know……I know there’s only one Jamye and now other, but there’s also only one **………no, no, NO……get away from the window, please for your own sake, for mine. Don’t do it, life will get better, I promise NOOOOO NOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Y do I think I’m growing down instead of growing up?

MIKE: They can’t be perky forever, Jamye. Live with it. Plus, if they went the other way all you women would be poking your eyes out by age 60…..talk about a case where you’d rather get poked in the ass!

xxx

Y-NYC-Y

Dsc02533.jpg NYC 2-DAY

Y is it so damn cold today when it was so damn warm yesterday?
Y is there a crazy woman screaming at the window inside a bank’s ATM facility about being trapped when she could have just used the door?
Y do people who walk down the streets with umbrellas feel that it’s okay to poke me in the eye with them?
Y can’t people just be who they say they are?
Y do the boys I like like me after I’m done liking them?
Y do I think I’m growing down instead of growing up?

It’s too snowy to think. Okay not really “too snowy”, but it sounded like a good excuse at the time. So Y not use it?

© Copyright Jamye Waxman M.Ed.