Mr. Hall and I discuss my odd and why he likes me

Apologies for the length of this post here, sometimes I just can't help myself. ;)

This blog serves as a virtual nut cracker that opens the brain of Mrs. Hall. I have been blessed with a wickedly strong memory and an eye for detail. I have also been blessed with a crazy life. Underneath it all is an ever chattering muse, urging me to use my voice. To speak in spells and tell my story.

I strive to be original, to speak my absolute truth. I empty all my pockets, strip down to the skivvies and lay my heart bare. Sometimes I am stark raving naked in here. And thank you all for coming here and thank you all for reading.

Really, thank you for reading.

All of which brings me to a little show called "True Blood". It's a HBO series that involves a small southern town, a family called Stackhouse and Vampires. The Vampires live freely amongst the living courtesy of artificially created blood. They drink it like snapple and survive thusly. Mr. Hall and I have watched about eight episodes so far.

I must say, I enjoy me some Jason Stackhouse. That's him on the left.



Jason Stackhouse is a character unburdened by deep thoughts, sexual morality, or ill defined muscles. An unrepentant horn dog. Jason is also funny as hell. I giggle for days thinking of his lines. And for this, I am fully committed to seeing his character till the end. And lord high in heaven, look at him. He is a hunk of burning love without speaking.



Also in the photo, a character named Amy. She is an overbred grifter with long, brown curly hair. With the greatest of ease, she takes control of the simpleton Stackhouse. They do things he never thought possible. Like feeling love while making love. But, what they mostly do, is "V". "V" is actual vampire blood. It makes mortals feel superhuman. Jason and Amy take it like LSD most of the time.



During these scenes of V imbibement, Jason and Amy fly all around, high and happy. They bust open primal feelings and make hot monkee love. They begin a life new to Jason, one with organic almonds. One with a hot girlfriend who doesn't wear a bra and talks about Gaia, the goddess of the earth. He's never met anyone like her. She's so smart he wants to lick her brain. Of course, it's all nefarious. She is an overbred grifter after all.

She is completely alien and enchanting. He's never met anyone like her. And he never stood a chance.



Which brings me back to Mr. Hall and I. Amy has plenty of stories. The way she speaks them, is much the same as me. We both tend to use fancy language and twisty philosophical ideals. We both create our world through declarations. We both have a hippie yet hypersmart aura and long, curly brown hair. And we both have very, very crazy stories to tell.

Stories involving a pig's head in my refrigerator, A rude boy whose heart I smashed, administering nursing care on crackhouse lane and NSFW poetry. But 99% is drug and alcohol free. Because my crazy is not chemically induced. It's home grown. Well, except this story called "The womanly art of metallica."

All of this, I have already given to Mr. Hall. Only I did with pure and loving intent. I show myself to Mr. Hall because I showed him me.

And he never, ever once said,

"I've never met anyone like you before."

Let me repeat that. He has never said,

"I've never met anyone like you before."

99.9% of the people in my life, including all my ex boyfriends I've ever had, have said this to me. And it's true. For better or worse I am wired differently than most. It's like a super power at this point.

But, Mr. Hall, he has never seen me as exotic or strange. He's never been shocked or surprised at anything I've told him. And never is heard a discouraging word. I can't tell you people how much that means to me. Except to say- it means everything.

And I told him this. And I asked him why, why hasn't he been shocked or surprised? Even when he was helping remove the last of my body jewelery, he never raised an eyebrow. I also ask why my stories are so interesting to him. Lots of people have lots of stories. Why me?, I say. This was last night.

And he said, "Because your stories make up how you are. They are all part of who you've become. And yeah, lots of people have crazy stories but you're unique. But you sought them out, that's the key difference."

Damn. I love that man.

SO Thank you for reading my stories. And as always,



WE REALIZE YOU HAVE LOTS OF CHOICES IN THE BLOGOSPHERE. WE THANK YOU FOR FLYING AIR HALL!!!

Let's open our hymnals to the book of RuPaul, chapter 2 verse 1

It appears my pledge of slowing down the posts was pure B.S. Honestly, it appears I just can't help myself.

Well, oh well, I am putting this up to help lighten the place up after the previous post. :)

Let's discuss the difference between men and women.

Specifically, let's discuss the expression of femininity versus masculinity.

The Yin and Yang of RuPaul

I've been watching a bit of RuPaul's new show, "Drag Race". Such fun having cable!

First, let me say how much RuPaul meant to me as a teenager. When I was a young, artsy and isolated teen, stuck in a one horse town, I heard about RuPaul. I saw his video, read articles. And I cannot tell you what it meant to me, hearing all of it. I didn't quite understand what was happening, but RuPaul helped me figure a lot out. And, as role models go, RuPaul was one of the best. And if she is reading this right now, and really, why wouldn't RuPaul be reading Mrs. Hall? THANK YOU!!

About two years ago, I purposefully sought to become a real woman. I started wearing make up and dressing nicely. At first, it was a disaster. I had no effing idea what I was doing. Plus I was cheap so the make up I bought was absolute crap. When I did start to see a glimmer of fabulous, I felt like a drag queen. It felt unnatural and agitating.

This was all out of proportion of course. But try telling that to a very scared 29 year old, opening up places she had nailed shut a long time ago.

Again, I went to the words of RuPaul for guidance.

When he is in full drag queen regalia, he is six foot 8, wearing pancake make up and gigantic hair. His inspiration comes from women, however, he is not a female impersonator. No woman looks like this honey.

I have gotten a lot better at it, wearing make up. My kids' baby sitter helped me, A LOT. She was the one who introduced me to Sephora. The more I express my feminity, the prettier I become, the more powerful I feel. Being a babe is akin to growing 50 feet tall.

All I have to say is heated eye lash curler and mascara. Try them and your life will be changed.


This part of becoming a woman, well, this part I have no trouble with.

Again, let's listen to the kind and lovely words of one Miss RuPaul. He gave an interview once, that when he dressed in drag he felt fierce beyond compare. But, it is just part of who he is, the drag is just an extension.

AND THAT IS THE GODDAMN KEY TO ALL OF THIS

However we express who we are, gender will always be a factor. And when I am full on female gorgeous, it is just an extension of what is inside.

Self-Potrait by RuPaul

And let me leave you this, from RuPaul

"Your fabulousness is YOUR responsibility"

Damn straight girl, damn straight !!

And let me say that when the wee Pancake and I dance to this song, we do indeed sashay AND shante!