July 29

Commissioner Coat sort of burst into my office this morning--not that I mind although I would kinda like everybody to heed the Scripture that says "Knock.....and the door will be opened"  Anyway that's no thing she was looking all pregnant with my honey's grandchild and looking all radiant and Madonna like (Our Blessed Mother not necessarily like Miss Ciccone.)  It seems the task of moving Commissoner Coat's belongings is like the task of Sysophys--never ending.  Now they're moving the baby's dad's stuff into her pad---who knows with a little luck there may even be a wedding one of these days....I call shotgun....literally.
       Part of me wanted to be all sarcastic and ask why she doesn't have
Helen Derby move her stuff instead of London Fog but you know, whatever man.  I'm in this kinda philosophical mood where I realise that life for everybody is nasty brustish and short.  I really would however like to see my wife and our marriage (which 12 years of loving coupledom with anybody is regardless of who d0es or doesn't bless it) treated with a little respect.   I mean London Fog is always ready any time day or night to slide down the "bat pole" anytime one of her kids calls and asks for anything up to and including the shirt off her back. 
     I guess the fact that my folks wouldn't bother to bring a bucket of  warm horse piss if I were on fire makes me really really hope that Commissioner Coat and her sibs  realise that they are exceedingly blessed to have a parent as eternally giving and caring as my baby.

Commissioner Straight Jacket

- posted by Chelsea @ 12:39 PM

 
july 21 2002

It is no secret that the primary reason this blog exists is as device for communicating with London Fog and her children.

I'm not sure how much I even want to get into the current issue at hand so I will say this:

1.  Nobody has any legitimate reason to be afraid of me.    Frankly I don't believe that anybody is afraid of me, but it's a great way to be emotionally manipulative.  The only thing that is remotely frightening about me is that I always tell the truth and a lot of people have reason to fear the truth.

2.  London Fog and I have been together for 12 years.  As I am 44 years old that represents more than one third of my life.  There is no reason not to accept me as a legitimate and integral part of London Fog's life---as much as either of her previous wives and more than any so-called friend or ex-lover of an ex wife other than out and out BIGOTRY-- a refusal to recognise a same sex relationship as being equal to any other loving, committed monogomous relationship.   If anybody is such a bigot all I can say is 'bite me.'

3.  I am sick and tired of people talking behind my back.   More than three years ago I raised my voice to somebody who was relentlessly picking on me at a social occasion.  I wrote the person an e-mail explaining my point of view.  They forewarded the e-mail to London Fog's children without ever answering me...and indeed complained that it was out of line for me to address them---just as her Carolina ancestors felt that African Americans were unfit to address a white person until spoken to first.   Again. Bite me.

4.  Interestingly enough, I just recently signed a release form for an upcoming literary anthology in which my short story "I Married a Methodist, a Cold War Horror Story" will be published.   I have nothing more to say about the whole long sordid history of Rusty's and my struggle with the Park Slope United Methodist Church located on Sixth Ave. in Park Slope Brooklyn or it's former demented cult leader Findlay Schaef except that his shocking bigotry and over-the-top unprofessional conduct happened many years ago.  Another minister from the same church was a friend of mine and her term of office or whatever Methodists call it has come and gone and I'm past it. It's over and done.
I do  NOT apologise for being Transsexual, I do NOT apologise for being in love with my wonderful life partner of 12 years, I do NOT apologise for publicising the hypocrisy and abuse that we both suffered under Findlay Schaef and his frankly demented cult followers.  I do NOT approve of people needling me by insisting on calling London Fog by her 'slave  name' and referring to her with inappropriate pronouns no matter whose godmother she is, or whose EX lover he is.  I also doubt that either of these individuals has made anywhere near the self-sacrificing contribution to the physical, emotional and financial well being of Commissoner Coat, Captain Jacket, Sgt. Sweater or anybody else and a little respect and human compassion is not a hellofalot to ask in return.

5.   I've been if anything more happy and excited about my baby being a grandparent then she has, nothing but supportive and even solicitous throughout the whole series of events leading up to the pregnancy and
no, I'm not really angry, I'm hurt...and I'm sick of people hurting my wife who is the most self-sacrificing, loving parent I have ever met in my life
because they can't see past their own prejudices, bigotry and some kind of twisted desire to hold on to a mythical past that when you come right down to it never really was.

ALL THAT HAVING BEEN SAID, I LOVE MY WIFE, I LOVE HER CHILDREN BECAUSE SHE LOVES THEM AND I LOVE HER.

HOWEVER,  SHE HAS A RIGHT TO BE WHO SHE IS, TO LOVE THE LIFE PARTNER OF HER CHOICE AND ON MATTERS THIS INTENSELY PERSONAL ESPECIALLY AFTER 12 YEARS THE ONLY RIGHT ANYBODY ELSE HAS IS TO GET OVER THEMSELVES AND GET USED TO IT.

Comissioner Straight Jacket.

- posted by Chelsea @ 10:11 AM

 
July 8

I just had my ninetheenth nervous breakdown. I was at work last night from 6 until 11.
I watched some tv and went to sleep. I woke up this morning, took a bath, got dressed and practiced my piano for half an hour or so and then ate breakfast. Then I went out to get some milk, ceral, coffee and a loaf of bread. When I came back Sophie and Kiva, our two dogs were at the door but I didn't see Commissioner Coat's cocker spaniel whose been staying with us for the last few weeks.
I, of course, totally freaked out. I searched the house top to bottem and then the back yard and then ran all over the neighbourhood with a box of puppy biscuits.
Finally, Kimono Ono said that she 'thought' she saw somebdoy come in and take the dog, but she's not sure. From the description she gave of a 'blonde women' I'm assuming until I here otherwise that Sgt. Sweater must've come in and picked up the dog without saying anything to anybody. I CAN ONLY HOPE AND PRAY THAT THIS IS WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPEND.
I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW INSANELY IRRESPONSIBLE IT IS TO WALK INTO THE HOUSE, TAKE THE DOG AND LEAVE WITHOUT LETTING ANYBODY KNOW.
Nonesense like this is why the commissioner needs a straight jacket.


- posted by Chelsea @ 8:21 AM