I started pulling this post together (well) over a week ago and it kind of got away from me. Actually, I guess it was over two weeks ago, because it was right after David Bowie passed away and I was holding off because I wanted to write some stuff about how his challenging of gender norms affected me as a young little thing growing up in Idaho. Maybe I'll write that sometime, but hopefully that gives you an idea of how crazy things have been.
I'm just going to post this as it's been existing in post-limbo -- with this small addendum:
About a week ago we lost this little guy to a car on a busy street. The loss is something else I'm endeavoring to write about in more detail, but for now I'll just say that during that week back in October when everything went sideways for me, this guy was my special little buddy. He seemed to know something was up and would come snuggle me and help pull me out of freak-outs when I was on my own.
On top of that, he was just such a character, this guy. I'll write more sometime, but this is still kind of a rough topic so I hope the pictures will do for now.
RIP, Bast/Munchkin/Little Man/Cutie McBeantoes: Prince Among Cats.
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In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
just another future song
lonely little kitsch
(there's gonna be sorrow)
try and wake up tomorrow
Slip into the car, go driving to the farthest star
