The closest I’ll ever have to a religion again is worship of Johnny Trinity. Except that she’s too far up to reach when I put her on a pedestal, so I keep close in my heart and mind and as we dance arm in arm and chi to chi (oh yes, I went there).
Anyone who has never gotten a cunty, cowardly and very personal muddy-diaper of a thought lobbed at them from the anonymous distance of the intarwebs as either a) never said anything worth a damn or b) hasn’t ever had a blog or c) is, by most standards, simply unassailable. Mr. Jennity inhabits the last category.
Here is Jennie’s response to some shit-stain that hates it when real people don’t stay put in the well-labeled pigeon-holes that s/he made in his/her Saturday morning arts-and-crafts class at the local Y:
Please peace the fuck out with that shit. you are every unschooled thought that has ever floated self-righteously towards someone else’s generosities and consciousness and you want to fix or change something, or you want something back, convinced of your misreadings of art, intention, commerce, visual/linguistic non-sequiturs akin to the woodland spirit creatures in a miyazaki film (in other words, I’m charmed by them), using emoticons or shorthand with friends and you have offered a complaint on the difference between a magical quality and a quotidian flatline. and somehow, thru a series of severely off course illogical misfires, you think you’ve launched a personal and much needed attack on someone else’s failings, weaknesses and general sogginess (for the life of me, i can’t figure out what your unnecessary problem with the color blue is), for their own good. i think you should start your own site. i have my own theories on magic and life and content and they are not yours…
That’s it. I’m done. If you decide to anonymously (or non-anonymously) attack me because I’m gay or a pretender to some random cognoscenti or bald or short or male or blue-eyed or because I have the moxie to put myself out there and take some risks, all you’ll get is the best boilerplate EVAR:
Please peace the fuck out with that shit. You are every unschooled thought that has ever floated self-righteously towards someone else’s generosities and consciousness.
I love you, Jennie. And you know all the reasons why.