Shuffle off to…?

Well, but for events of about 5 months ago, I’d now be thinking about a holiday in the US  next month, teaming up with Kate for a week or so. As to where it would have been, we will never know. At the time, prior to the first seizure, it was safe to say it was down to 2 options, New England, or possibly Oklahoma, for one very obvious reason. Yes, it might strictly be Kate’s home state, but it was someone else that I would have been going there for, also from that state, Clara Johnson! I suspect New England might have won out anyway, but we will never know for sure.

Mind, if someone has his way, I might be retiring to Oklahoma as Clara Johnson! No, I cant afford Los Angeles, which is where I’m certain her life ended, but anyway…But yes, I might (if even possible) retire as Clara Johnson, but somewhere slightly warmer in winter, lol! Someone might suggest Oregon, lol?

Its funny, I was watching a video on You Tube last week, the 50 cheapest cities to retire to in the US, and both the big cities in Oklahoma made the list. Mind, a lot of them were either in the ‘frozen’ north, or in that Deep South area which wouldnt be suitable for an LGBT lady like me! Yes, a reason why they are the cheapest areas, not the loveliest to live in.

The funny thing is, assuming I get cleared to fly to the US is now where my next trip will be? If it is later this year with Kate, a lot of the US, including New England is going to be a ‘bit’ chilly by then (given its not going to be September, and October is doubtful), but whether she will think something through, who knows? Otherwise I think Oregon might be possible, and I might end up a whole new woman, though doubtful that will be a robot one. Oh, I wish! Mind, I’d settle for an AI brain replacement for starters, lol. Now wouldnt that be fun? Even more so if it came complete with young, Clara Johnson body!

In truth, actual holiday plans now are more likely to be next year, but who knows? Getting back to the retirement list, as a link to the video, and to Clara Johnson, one from the frozen north list, Buffalo. I’ve got to be honest, this is one of very few sections of film that I’ve seen her in where she’s not dancing, once the musicals kicked in. Yes, its 42nd Street, she did dance in the film, a lot, but all she gets to do here is a little singing, and to look cute in a rail sleeper carriage, with another girl, little minx! Mind, I did once, a very long time ago shuffle off to Buffalo, but in a car, with my partner at the time. No, we split 20 years ago, and I have no idea where she is, if even still alive, as she was a bit older than me!

 

Its a mixed up, muddled up world

Oh fine, I might have wanted to avoid one of the great faux pas of the year, but OK, I cant resist. And besides its not really British/EU politics, well not in a genuine sense at least.

You must have heard about it, on the Donald Trump show (supposedly the 4th of July parade) in Washington, he claimed that the American troops, in 1776 captured the airports from the British. Well, in truth, he could have been talking about the 1812 war, as his speech was a bit confusing, but either way, there weren’t a lot of airports back then, as it wasnt until about 100 years after the latter that planes were even invented.

The memes relating to this have gone crazy on social media, unsurprisingly, I’m sure you must have seen them. Despite some classics, including Washington as a Jet Fighter pilot, I think my favourite was actually the American Airlines Stewardess from 1776, because hey, I loved the ‘uniform’ from that era! Would I wear it, you bet I would!

I’m not going to beat him down any more over this, everyone has already beaten me to it, lets face it. But I’ll break the bad news to him, that Britain intends to invade shortly, using our nice fleet of hyper-sonic space craft that have just arrived from 2219. As for the missiles they have, oh wow…

So, while we’re having some mixed up, muddled up air travel, from either 1776, or from 2219, lets go with a song in support of my LGBT brothers and sisters, which I know Donald would hate. Well, unless they’re very young, seemingly! No, not proved, but Epstein is a ‘very good friend’ of his, so you have to wonder, especially given what he said about his daughter, but besides that…

maybe I should change the line to ‘Girls can be robots’ or ‘Girls can be aliens’ lol? Hmm?

Living just to find emotion

Having done a piece about Pride month on my main blog, I wasnt going to push it quickly on this blog as well, because there are now more than a few that see both. Anyway, a few guys in Boston must have caught my feeling (another clue to the song), said hold my beer, and did something that they knew would get me on the subject, and yes, they’re right, it worked.

As I have said on blogs before, I only wish we didnt have to have all these Pride celebrations, because being LGBT, and all the other letters would really be a simply matter of so what? One great big melting pot (no, that definitely isnt the song), and we all get on in harmony. Maybe some day, but not in my lifetime, I’m very sure.

How much do I have to say? Pride came about because LGBT people needed something to celebrate, to make up for the abuse, and other stuff (especially in the past) have had to put up with.

However, in Boston at least, according to 3 guys, we’ve taken things too far, and straight people now need to celebrate their straightness, because we’re being mean to them. If that is the case, Boston must be the only city in the world where this is the case! Even in the very diverse cities, like San Francisco, I thought we were all nice to all the straight people anyway?

But so it seems, going by the news, these 3 ‘very abused straight’ men have put in a request to Boston’s leaders to have a Straight Pride Festival. I hope my readers are laughing at the need for this, or if nodding your heads, what the hell are you doing here?

As is so often the case with anything like this, some activists had already started delving into these 3 hard done by men by the time I got to the piece. Shock horror, they are right wing, white supremacist, anti LGBT group leaders. I know, who would have ever thought that?

At this time, the request has gone to Boston’s representatives, and they havent replied as yet. I know, rules have to be respected, but seriously, I hope its the fact relating to the ridiculousness of the request, and that they’re laughing at it, to some level at least. Oh fine, I know its wrong, but if there are ever some people I’d love to infect with a LGBT virus, they would be the ones. I know, its coming down to their level, but seriously, the day that white males are being put down by LGBT folk, I can safely say I wont live to see it.

Maybe if we do have this parade inflicted on us, and assuming they’re at home, maybe a baseball team might fancy being the ‘pink sox’, or the ‘rainbow sox’ for the day?

Now where were those construction designs for the lesbianator…? Kidding!

OK, video time. I did think Boston, but then I thought of something that so many LGBT people need to do. Oh, and not Journey, but the Post Modern Jukebox version

Take my brain away?

OK, before we get started, let me just mention that it was 30 years ago today that Stonewall was founded to fight for the rights for LGBT people. I’ve done more justice to it on ‘my’ blog, but just wanted to mention it here. Things still are far from perfect, but better than 30 years ago, for sure.

However, that means I need a second blog subject, so I’m going to my old reliable, an EMCSA story, this one.

https://mcstories.com/Hostel/index.html

Go read it, its brilliant, and was only made more musing for me, in that a tease I got from the author at my interest in the whole East German spy thing, was that she came back with the Lincolnshire Poacher Number Station thing that I blogged about at the start of this month. Yes, clearly this is a British Author too, as they said it was one of ours! Oh, I wonder if she is still alive? I have my doubts (might be a reason they stopped, and presumably switched to something else?) she is, but who knows?

No, I definitely cant see me being turned into a sex bot now, or indeed even when I was much younger, and did indeed visit East Berlin in my mid 20’s, and no, I wasnt a spy receiving messages from ‘Lincolnshire Poacher’ either. It was an administration duty, but sport related, not spy related, but it will cost anyone a considerable sum of money (would be handy) to find out exactly what. So secret, but not top secret, lol.

Well, I dont remember being brainwashed to either act as a sex kitten, or a spy for the East German government, but I suspect I wouldnt be meant to remember it if I had! But OK, fine, would I love to be part of all those events, of course I would.

Funniest fact, thats the only time I’ve ever been to Germany in my life! So yes, never been to what would have been regarded as West Germany back then, crazy stuff! Yes, East Berlin was all I got to see! And no, I dont remember being taken to a hostel, either! Would love to visit Germany, just before the Hitler era, the excesses of the Weimar era were supposedly quite something.

Sadly, I’m sure the chances of me being a sleeper spy, are as likely as my chances of being a sleeper robot, though the latter might explain the brain failures of late, lol?

OK, the video. The group is Berlin (connection), and the song title is very similar to the blog one, though the blog one is the more sinister one. A live performance, no less!

Diversity inclusive adverts

I’m not normally a big one for adverts, but this one, from the behemoth that is Amazon has just amused me enough to feature it tonight. Fine, it helps I’m lacking for material for this blog, but anyway…

As someone who used to be a passable, but lazy cook, this catches my eye. Yes, I wouldnt have a clue where to start in cooking duck, but besides that… I certainly couldnt now, anyway, Alexa would have to cook it entirely now, as I am now down to basics like putting ready meals, or pizzas into an oven, and in truth was before the seizures, but most definitely am now. Yes, seriously, a Stepford wife cooking download is now a must, lol. Well, full Stepford Wife makeover ideally, but if anyone wants me to cook like an angel, that would be a must.

Given I dont know if this advert is seen outside the UK, or not, lets go it briefly. We see her getting dinner ready for her love, that night, clearly for a date. Duck gets overdone, so the trendy young millennial calls her dad for cooking advice. At this point let me say I dont know if he’s some random dad, a famous cook, or whatever? Fine, I have no idea if she’s anything more than ‘random actress’ either, in truth.

Where the fun starts for me of course, is once the new meal is prepared, and the door bell rings. He asks his name, she hastily, says thanks, and gets Alexa to end the conversation. Look at the screen at the end, it says ‘Dinner with Sam’. Now is she being evasive because she doesnt want dad to know who it is regardless, or is it because Sam isnt a he, and how dad might react to that? Sam, Samantha, after all?

Of course, unless Amazon ever make a follow up ad, which I suspect they never will, we will never know.  Fine, I know, its only a LGBT person who might think too deeply about this, though the video comments clearly show I’m not the first, all the same.

So what do you reckon about Sam? Male? Female? Who cares? Regardless, for those who’ve seen the ad, you’ve got a quick pass tonight. For those who havent, what do you think?

I will always obey you

Really been a quiet weekend, and therefore I havent got a lot to write about. So lets do a story based piece, I’m only surprised I havent used this story before, in all honesty.

https://mcstories.com/SubroutineKalie/index.html

Yes, it will surely surprise no one when I say I’d love to find out who did that to Lori, and get them to do exactly the same thing to me! Oh please, mindless drone mode, clad fully in latex clothing, just sounds like heaven to me! Yes, it is quite a bit of reading if you’re starting from scratch, but if that sort of thing appeals to you, or if a game of moralistic ping pong appeals, because thats what Harper does with events, then this is probably your thing. If you do read, you might be amused to find out that Harper may not yet escape the latex drone experience herself, or possibly not?

Let me add, that I have no idea what it feels like, being that enclosed in latex, and at my age, I probably shouldnt now! But equally, if someone presented me with a silver latex catsuit, and a means to get into it, I probably would, regardless of how awful it would look on a 60 year old woman!

Equally, unsurprisingly, I have no idea what it would be like, to be a totally mindlessly obedient drone, like Lori. That might be for the best, but if someone offered to give me the experience for a few hours or so, the chances of me saying no would be less than zero! Combine the two, and well… 😉

Oh, and heaven forbid I have any transphobic readers here (given I’m a staunch LGBT person), but if I have, just be warned, Lori is transgender! I know, doesnt matter, but fair warning, and all that…

Right, video time. Much though I love Whitney’s metal outfit in the video, and all that, this is the original, and in my opinion at least, the best version of this song. The lady who wrote it, though she had no complaints about all the royalties from Whitney, lol

Part 2 of the year, and the passing of the pre code baton

And so to the second half of the year.

In truth, personal things prior to September were fairly limited. Mainly because I was at work, through the school holidays, covering for those who need the time off.

One sad thing that did happen before then, happened in August. To many, it probably seems amazing that an adult actress from the early 1930’s had survived this long, but one of them had. But eventually that tie was cut, when Mary Carlisle passed away at the grand old age of 104. She was pretty sharp to the end, if less mobile, and for a while she had been the last, and all knew the link was coming to an end, but for those of us who love that era, it was still a sad moment when it arrived.

September saw me going back to a place I hadnt visited in nearly 40 years, Inverness, taking Eric away with me for a few days of fun. Well, as much fun as two people with disability issues can have, anyway. I managed to fulfil one ambition I’d had for about that long, if not more, by travelling the Skye Line to Kyle of Lochalsh. The fact that the last time I was there, the only way to Skye was by ferry, and now a bridge has been there for decades, all a bit strange. There are still a couple of railway lines in Scotland I’d love to do (Oban line, Fort William to Mallaig), and the Cambrian Coast line in Wales to a place I could never pronounce correctly (Pwllheli) that are a challenge for another day, health permitting. There are also a couple of very long distance ones in North America too, though they may be less likely, and trickier to do.

At one point I thought that November would see me doing a Transgender Awareness Week speech in Florida, but it soon seemed that someone was all talk, and no reality, so it never happened. So instead, I headed somewhere nearly as warm for the week, to the Algarve, to give my back some heat before winter kicked in. I wont deny I might have done a little bit of apartment prospecting while there, should the chance arise, and yes, if things work out, my old age could well be spent out there. There is a financial issue (not enough money), and a political issue (post Brexit residence rules) that may stop that, but fingers crossed… A lottery jackpot win before March 29 might be very handy! But lifestyle, and health wise, I could do a lot worse.

Then we come to the old chestnut, my health issue. In recent weeks my left wrist seems to have developed issues, probably due to too much typing, and stuff, for the last 40 years or so. So now I have 2 issues leaving me wondering how much longer work is going to be possible? More amusingly, due to coming 4th in a year long Golf tipping contest on Twitter, I gained £100 for my pains, and thought I’d give some new therapies a try, rather than frittering it on clothing, and the like. So yes, I got to discover just how amazing a flotation tank (sensory deprivation tank) is, and even better, the weightless floating does seem to do my back a lot of good too. Fine, the tank hasnt tried to brainwash me yet, though I’m still hoping!

Oh, and December saw the Works Christmas dinner, in a new dress, in a casino, and my first ever bet in such a place. Yes, I lost quickly, but it was a free £5 chip, so nothing lost really!

Lastly, and sadly, the Department I work in, in their wisdom, have decided to move our section out of Finance, and into a new Collection based group. So unfortunately, just as our LGBT committee were getting ready to do something really exciting, I’m out, as from tomorrow. I cant see me going quiet on LGBT issues, but it may give me less options now, though I have applied for something for the whole Department, not just Finance, but will be over a month before I hear about that. Ah well…

Right, tomorrow I will close the trilogy, with a look at New Year happenings (and possible happenings) on the first day of 2019. But until then, let me wish all my readers, those who arent there already at least, a Happy New Year in 2019.

OK, video. Just a quickie tonight. Its hard to find anything for Mary Carlisle other than a couple of full films, and sets of pictures. But I found this, Bing Crosby singing to her, 85 years ago!