i've only stayed loyal to the irish part every march 17th
the voodoo i was once so happy to be part of as a teenaged alter boy
that i use to follow word for word so i could collect my wings...
and hang out with those…as i was taught in loose terms…who've taken the express elevator to the castle in the clouds…that i think about from time to time
my dad and my 2nd youngest brother Sean
my oldest brother Jim...
my grama’s Lorraine…
and Viola
my uncle’s Eugene...
Mike...
and Ed
my aunt’s Laura...
and Pat
and my good friend Bridget who taught me to never forget
who has always been a fascination of mine since high school
and Princess Diana…who captured the essence of what i thought was the ideal mother
all of their candles burned out...way before their memory ever will!
i can recall the lessons i was taught from the powers that be and certain school teachers in catholic school i was attending at the time…did not match the “practice what you preach” philosophy that they so expected us to follow as grow'n teenage jezebels
there was this one priest that used to come to our house on occasion…
i was about 13 at the time…and was always excited when he…or any adult for that matter…came to the house for a visit cuz it was a chance to take a
break from my 5 brothers and 1 sister…(my youngest brother Mike was make'n a call to nature i believe when this shot was taken by my cuz Tony)
he would check in on how the gang was doin...though during the holiday season...me and all my sibs would get embarrassed as H-E-double hockey stix when he would bring a bunch of his church zombies by with canned goods and boxed food and make us all sing x-mas carols in our kitchen...
and after they all had left...we would turn into rabid mongrels...sift'n thru the bag of goodies fer anything that had the most calcium carbonate and corn syrup
but one particular visit changed everything!
my walls were
i FINALLY had someone to relate to and look up to...that i knew back then...that i wasn't the ONLY freek with these "feelings"...but...it would also haunt me fer the rest of my life (ummm insert laugh here)
the catholic school i was forced to attend fer a few unfortunate years...
frowned upon you if you had ANY role model that would make yer tingly parts feel like sky rockets in flight...(when yer not buy'n into all that bible bullshit)…and i'm sure things haven't changed much since then
i never saw BOY GEORGE as a sexual desire or some "bow down" delusional entity (though many thought so at the time)…he just gave me a
sense of bein' who i was...was OK...plus he had a great style...is a lyrical genius and one helluva soulful voice...who sang from experience and not from a puppet string!
so anyways…i remember show'n the priest my photo book of my fav-o-rit pix of the BOY that i had collected and had cryogenically sealed in saran wrap and had laser precision death beams guard'n it so they wouldn't be
molested by any of my sibling's jelly fingers…and almost immediately when i opened the book…this priest said without skipp'n a beat (or turn'n the page any further) "G*D does not want YOU to follow and worship people like this"...and that IS almost a direct quote!
apparently...this priest had a direct connection with CASPER in the clouds
almost instantaneously upon lay'n his eyes on the BOY
(wish my cell provider was that fast!)
hmmm…those corny phrases like "thou shall not judge"
in particular...stuck out in my mind immediately…
since that was one of the many lessons i was taught from school to church
but they no longer applied apparently if you were a famous person with creative expression
without bore'n and break'n down the hypocrisy on any and all organized...
religions...that milk you outta yer benjamins...so they can buy a bentley...believe what you wanna believe…i am not here to tell you any different
but don't try and force feed me yer voodoo if you can't practice it yerself!
cuz when ya break them all down…they're basically say'n…just be nice to everyone!
well everyone with the exception of...
murders...
pedophiles…
pimps…
loud mouth orangutans...
mental twats...
and republicants!
that’s what the judicial system is for!
i've never claimed to be any sorta sanctimonious saint...
i just try to be nice to everyone...until i'm given a good reason to go ape shit on yer A double snakes!
we ALL want to feel needed...YET...we ALL are too needy!
WE ALL WANT SOMETHIN' to believe in…
so i say keep yer heels high...
and yer expectations low!
this concludes today's sermon...now get off my dress!
