Unicorns and Rainbows

Unicorns and Rainbows

Sometimes you just need to draw a unicorn farting rainbows, ya know?  It's been a few days and some very happy times indeed!  

I celebrated anti-fathers day *giggles* I spent my day with the women in my life :) Here's to you ladies!

*hums a little tune about unicorns and farting rainbows as she wanders off into the woods...

Nothing to see here, Just us hens...

Perturbed ©2013

Hi, I am a chicken and I am perturbed.  Seems my neighbors doen't know the difference between a hen and a rooster,  That's ok they have been forever suburbanites and probably never even met a chicken face to face. You called the city said one of us was a rooster. Did you bother to ask...no you assumed, ass.  Oh and the palm tree, the city said it's a non issue. I wanna peck your eyes out. *squawk!!*

Oh and btw cause my owners had to get rid of one and one died we're down 1 from the limit now....thanks oh and thank you for $1000 fee it's going to cost to remove the palm anyways so you might shut the fuck up for a while.

~the imagined voice of Thelma the chicken domme, Head Hen in the roost and mom to em all.

I admit to having some creative revenge fantasies with this one. I wanna start playing music at your fence at 8am till 10pm (legal sound hours) loud music 5db lower then the legal limit at the fence line..obnoxious music and the occasional nicer music just cause. *smirk* We've been having problems with them staring at us through the fence. we ended up throwing some old metal roofing sideways to cover the gaps they would gawk at us through.  I used to try to be a real good neighbor and even kinder noise wise etc, but if you wont talk. I don't care what you think anymore.

Just maybe that's a good thing.

On the city officials side everything was fine, non issue.  I want to confront you tell you what I feel,  I might say something if you even mention the palm...don't thank me, you won't like my response.

I want to yell till you beg me to stop and want you to know what you put me though, the fear the pain the hell.

But likely you will end up oblivious as usual and in your own little world vindicated when the tree comes down.  You sicken me with your smugness.

You could of asked. when we were target shooting with the bb-gun and you asked to stop cause your grandkids were out we did didn't we?  Why can''t you talk to us now. Oh wait I'm a scary transgender now.  Is that it? If so it's a lousy excuse.

Ok I'm done spending energy on you.

~ Talia

A loss for words...

Mirror, Mirror ©2011

I'm just painting that's still wet,
If you touch me I'll be smeared
You'll be stained
Stained for the rest of your life....

 ~ Marilyn Manson

There are times when i hurt and the words just won't come.  Right now i hurt, physically, mentally and emotionally. I feel toxic, unfit for human consumption.  Someone inside won't let me speak, "It's not safe, you'll lose everything and everyone."

If I can't talk, i can't heal and if i can't ever heal why should i live? I don't want to kill myself, even if i did I made promises to others. But i can't help question, why do I keep on going.

and if i see another bowl of jello I might explode.

~Didi

Endangered Species

One of "them"

©2013 Talia Harper

I've experienced my first bothersome case of Discrimination.  I went in, friday night, to the Emergency Room here in one of the local hospitals. First doc was right quick and tried to get the ball rolling. There was a hiccup with my records due to the name change this set me back 2 hours. by the time they got me back to the room I was seen by a different doctor,  Here is a summary of the interaction. 

The first doc was young and asian in decent, the doc that came into the room was an older white man. He asked a couple health questions felt my tummy then asked to check my genitals. well It s\does say F on my id and all now so i thought i would be nice and let the doc know I'm still pre surgery. He said, "That's what I wanted to know and he walked out. After the CT scan he came in "I need to examine you again. pressed on my gall bladder asked me if it hurt, had me breathe out and he pressed harder. It was tender they whole gut was but not as horrible. He just walked out. I called to him asking what was going on....he just kept walking and walking. I was too tired to care.  That was the last time i spoke to a doctor.  I got told by the nurse that I needed an ultrasound, not the doctor. I never got my results after the shift change at 7am (been there all night) I got discharge papers. continue what i was doing at home, i asled what caused it i was told gallstones, I had enough of all of it I didn't care anymore after pressing the nurse with her fake deer in the headlight bit i got discharged....I am grateful, he pumped me full of antibiotics and 3 liters of fluid and probably saved my dehydrated keister.  

I deserve better treatment. There's a whole world of what ifs and buts but I think I deserve better then what I had, 

Do I complain? I want to but I am emotional terrified to. 

I'm not allowed to challenge authority figures, they will just hurt you and bad things will happen.  That's what the tape in my head says.....it's very loud today

~Talia

Under the Weather...

Under the Weather 2013 Talia Harper

Under the weather...I think that sums up exactly what I am right now. I'm recovering from my latest heath foray, Gallstones - Acute Cholecystitis with a  secondary gut infection including e.coli...Not to mention the emotional hell we have been going through,

Flashbacks, I think I deserve to hate them.  These last ones we're bad, I haven't told anyone about them much, No one wants to hear it. Consider this your perm spoiler warning. I am not going to hold back anything. 

I feel like i am just waiting for the next rock to fall on my head (can ya tell from the drawing? *snicker*) every day some new crushing world ending event. not only did I get discriminated against in the hospital for being a Transgender woman but we have to give up a chicken since we had one too many and today. one died. so we have 1 less then the legal limit.

You may say a chicken is a chicken but these are our pets, you can walk in their pen and pet them they enjoy it some seek it, in fact the one that died was one of the last ones I saw learn to enjoying out in the open. Goodbye Chiquita, I will miss you. You were a bitch and crazy as hell but I loved ya.

Mood tonight is mixed, I just want to sleep and forget, will I? No.

But I will curl up in my nest and try,,,maybe, (2 weeks bedrest with more days to go.   I am so weak.)

~Night

Talia

1st post

A new blog is as intimidating as a blank piece of paper.  This post is just clutter to get this going. One of my little mind tricks to get started with a piece of art. Making the first brush stroke....here we go...