S is for Sweetness

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atozsSome of us get lost in sweetness -
a light kiss or a soft touch.
Some of us get lost in delicate moments
silence and summer, delightful and endless.
I am lost in grace and lullabies,
falling to sleep in warmth and wonder.
Falling to sleep in sweetness
knowing everything is laced with light.

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R is for RuPaul’s Drag Race

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atozrI don’t care what you say, RuPaul’s Drag Race is the beat reality tv show on television right now, and quite possibly the best show on television right now. We’re into season six, which I’m behind on, with season seven confirmed and the audition process started and a second All-Stars season casted. RuPaul is an amazing person, and she had created this entire show as one big RuPaul extravaganza, with Santino Rice on one side and Michelle Visage and her breasts on the other side, she is the judge of what is effectively Next Top Model but for drag.

Wearing Big Bird and still looks amazing.

Wearing Big Bird and still looks amazing.

Drag is a mix of drama, art, performance and padding. There is a delicate skill involved in good drag, and Drag Race really puts that across. The queens have to make their own outfits on the show, refine their make up skills, get their padding right. They have to create a vision and put it on show. It’s an amazing thing to watch.

I find Drag Race equal parts hilarious and fascinating. That first season is a real eye opener. Just cause your dad dresses up as a woman every year for the <insert excsue here> that does not prepare you for all the fine details for drag. Tucking, for instance, was something I’d not even know about. The transformation from the male to female. The absolute reality of these looking like woman. Over-done sometimes, but more female than I will ever look.

Latrice Royale

Latrice Royale

The hilarity comes from the reality part of the show. The fighting, the bitching, the endless insults that fly when they’re close to deadline and have made friends or enemies or joined a clique within the contestants and are tense and snapping. There are some things I didn’t even consider insults, some things I could never repeat not even in my own head. Plus they play some funny games and have some funny themes. It’s a fun show. My favourite for comedy is Latrice Royale, who was actually just a wonderful person all round.

The art side of it, the performance, can be funny when it goes wrong, no drag queen is perfect, but they can all be amazing. My favourites have been Sharon Needles, who does some amazing things. Detox too, who turned up to to the season five reunion event in black and white, like she’d stepped right out of a 1950s film. Raja was all art on the show, which cause a few problems with the other aspects of Drag, but won her season anyway, and look great nearly every episode.

Detox

Detox

I could go on and on about this show. it’s on Netflix in the UK right now, the first five seasons, that is and I recommend you check it out. It’s a pleasure to watch every single episode, and RuPaul looks amazing every single time. Even when she’s wearing dresses made out of sweet wrappers, she still looks amazing. Every. single. time. Plus, you never know if Michelle Visage’s breasts will finally pop out of her top.

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Recap // Catch Up Two

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atozallOkay so there wasn’t a catch up last week, though now I try to think back I can’t quite remember why. I mean obviously I was busy until the evening, I remember that. And then I changed over the blog from wordpress.com to a self hosted wordpress, as you may be able to tell. For the first time I saw how big the adverts were on my own blog, and wondered why the hell I had changed from the self hosted in the first place. I mean, it’s not ideal, when is it ever, but it’s better. I also changed the layout, which was a few days of fiddling around with css which I always enjoy until the colours are right. There are still a few things I want to change, but for now, it’s good.

So, what’s being going on. Not much. Work, sleep, an Easter egg hunt for my niece and nephew yesterday and we finished the chicken coup too. Also figured out how to get my nephews profile onto my xbox, so he can play his games and as himself. Also he can shout to his friends over the mic (if he brings it with him – which he hasn’t today).

So below are a lot of lists, but don’t be overwhelmed, it’s just links. Follow me on twitter and facebook, everything gets linked to there once it’s posted.

So, here is the recap of the posts for the A to Z challenge.

Over at Welsh Bloggers:-

And finally: My Poems for NaPoWriMo:

I know, a lot right, I wrote a couple of things in advance, but most on the day. Which didn’t leave me much time to visit other blogs. Which sucks, but with so much other stuff going on, such is life. Plus I still have to fit in xbox time and a lot of sleep. A LOT of sleep ;)

Take care all.

Q is for Queen

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atozqWith the addition of Reb Brown to the household, a hierarchy has formed within the cats. While Reb is older, heavier and stronger all round, Merry has very much established herself as the Queen of the cats. They are mostly getting along the three of them. Reb and Pogo get along great, they play a lot, sleep together and Reb licks Pogo all the time. It’s really quite sweet. Reb and Merry have a tentative relationship. There is sniffing and sleeping, but no playing. Merry does not play with Reb. She’s not a particularly brave cat, and while playing with Pogo is fine – he’s the same size as her – Reb is three times her weight at least. She’s a very dainty cat and very aware of Reb’s chunk. Pogo is the daredevil and doesn’t care.

She’s also quite awkward, so most things have to be on her terms. She won’t eat too close to the other two, she will only eat certain cat food (but anything else), she won’t necessarily fight for anything either.

Merry remains the Queen of our cats though.

Don't bother your Queen

Don’t bother your Queen

She smacks the hell out of both Reb and Pogo when she feels necessary. Especially at meal times (there’s not ours). She will be fed and damn no smelly boy cats are going to get in her way. Pogo just takes it, she smacks him so much you almost feel sorry for the little guy but I’m not entirely sure that there’s anything inside that skull of his. Biscuits I think, that’s where he keeps his store. Like a hamster. Reb has took mostly, and been really really confused about it. Recently he’s been trying to smack back but not connecting and not really sure if he should.

During the day she tends to form thrones in different places in the house. The blanket on the table, the drawers in my bedroom. For the longest time she would sleep up on the top of the wardrobe and look down on us commoners.

While she is not the most regal of queen cats – my friend has a ragdoll cat that is the queen of queens – she is definitely the queen of this house.

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P is for Parenting

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atozpThere are a few things I don’t really blog about, one of the big things being my relationship with my wife. Yes I mention her all the time and tell you how much I love her often (I really do love her), but I tend not to really say any more than that. Our relationship is between us. Not the world. One thing I will tell you is that we talk about having children all the time, and eventually we will have kids. We’re still in that talking phase as opposed to seriously planning how the hell we’re going to actually have a child. We’ve come to the agreement that my wife would be the one to carry the child, and that my sister is going to babysit come hell or high water, but other than that it’s still a thing for a few years down the line so most discussion are only half serious conversations about having kids that usually end up in chaotic madness until we’re laughing or lamenting our own parents ideas of parenting. Or both.

Usually both.

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Mum and Jay

I love my parents, in my own way, it’s a difficult subject, talking about my dad. My mum was a great mum, not perfect, growing up I could’ve done with a little less ‘It’s not that bad‘, when I was upset about something, but when it comes down to it, if that’s the only bad thing I can think of then I’m doing pretty well. She encouraging, and loving and worked her ass off for us when we were kids and I can think of a million great stories about her. She’s also nuts, I mean she was always nuts, and then at seventeen she had a hysterectomy and well, the HRT made her even a little nuttier. And then, well, they found a shadow on her brain (they’re still looking into it) and well, I can think of another nuttier descriptive word. She’s very laid back about most things, including the shadow that is on her brain! You don’t want to cross her though, or a family member of hers. You don’t mess with my mum.

When we moved to Wales, we moved in with Jay, who had no children and little experience with kids (just dogs and horses). It’s always difficult to make a new family and it had been just me, mum and my sister for about three years and Jay didn’t really no what to do with us and we didn’t always know what to do with Jay. It was awkward, that first year or so, but it got easier and Jay is wonderful. A hell of a worrier though. Drives my mum crazy worrying about me and my sister. I love that Jay loves us enough to drive my mother insane by worrying.

My dad and sister.

My dad and sister.

My dad was very much from the ‘Do as I say, not as I do,’ school of parenting. He insisted that we would never smoke but smoked like a chimney for example. We couldn’t swear but listened to him swear a lot. Sometimes I think the time I spent up the pub with him as a kid was like a lesson in how not to be a grown up. I learnt a lot about that. He still signs off with the saying – “Be good. If you can’t be good be careful. If you can’t be careful don’t give your right name and address.”  – which I think says a lot about how my dad lived his life and still sees life even as his Parkinson’s progresses. I spent a lot of my teenage years convincing him not to do things (smoke, stay in the pub, fight) instead of the other way around. It’s not quite supposed to be like that and it took a long time for me to figure that out, even with my mother being a normal (if bonkers) mum.

I would like to be a better parent than my own. I’m sure we would all. I practice on my niece and nephew, my nephew is a great kid, but has some problems and suffers from anxiety. He struggles to fit in. He basically me, which breaks my heart because well, I don’t always want to be me, why would I want a kid I love most in the world to be me. But he is and my wife continually reminds me that at least he has us to help him and understand him. We didn’t have that when we were growing up. He has so much help that I’m sure he’ll be fine, he’s a good kid, a budding computer geek and gamer and feminist (though he doesn’t know what it means yet).

Having kids won’t be easy, not just because we’re a gay couple, but because we’re both a little nuts. I’m still suffering from what I consider medium anxiety problems (it’s certainly been worse), and minor depression with passing medium depression now and then. I want to be healthier, mentally (and probably a little less lazy) by time we have a kid. But I’m sure I will be, every year I improve and am more constructive and a little less lazy (just a little). I also find more will power every year – this years lent has been easier than last year (and I really like chocolate biscuits).

Of course, naming our child Pelagia probably won’t help him as he grows up.

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