​We are many, they are few. 
! ​Nolite te bastardes carborundorum​ !

On a lighter note(!), Come out to see me perform new material at the Regent Theater in DTLA on November 28th. I'll be opening for the trailblazer and rebel-woman NONA HENDRYX, who has been on the frontlines breaking tired paradigms since the 1960s and continues to fight the power through music. My favorite phoenix, skin-diver, nightbird and spacegurl.
A woman to behold in action. Nona will be with a band led by the amazing Kat Dyson, Prince's guitarist. I'll be on stage alone with backing tracks for a few songs, then Pierre Smith will come out and accompany me on guitar. Have been  developing a new style of music to suit my way of storytelling in the tradition of agit-prop poetry and the chanson realistes. A bit of rap too, but not what you might think. Creating from a place of freedom without any notion of 'commercial' success'. Now that I'm old AF, feels like coming full circle in the way of the group I hung with in my twenties and how we were compelled to create something extraordinary for the sake of it. Doing it for love. Vissi d'arte. 

I just returned from Florence Queer Festival and the debut screening of my short silent film, The Littlest Trampette. The film was originally meant to be a dream sequence episode for the punk rock series I'm working on, VENUS FLYTRAP, but stands as a short on its own. The Italians loved it! Thank you IndieGogo patrons, and mille grazie Florence Queer Festival (Susan Sabatini, Bruno Casini and Roberta Vannucci)! I performed new original songs before the screening, one accapella in Italian called Nel Corso, a lament from a kid living in the streets. I first heard it sung by Luigi Tenco, Italy's answer to Jacques Prévert. Click the purple Nel Corso and it'll take you to my Valentine to Italy page where you can hear it, if you're so inclined.

Since returning from Italy and the bliss of NO American news, I've removed news alerts from my phone, iPad etc and as much as I love Rachel Maddow, am taking a mental health hiatus from the news. Twitler says it's all FAKE, yet he owns the airwaves here. I'm resisting the colonization of my head in the spirit of NOLITE TE BASTARDES CARBORUNDORUM. Facebook, wiped from my phone as well. I'm volunteering to get people out to VOTE.  With all of their criminal vote suppression tactics, the leaders of this coup want us to think its useless to vote or to FIGHT THE POWER, but vote we must, no matter the consequences.

A shout-out to a fellow who goes by the name of BIG GAY HORROR FAN who claims me as his 'favorite eclectic monstress'. I've been called many things in my time, but this is a first! Read his blog about me HERE (click on purple):
BIG GAY HORROR FAN

I look at IG often to follow two women, seemingly worlds apart yet similar; Patti Smith and Elizabeth Gilbert.  Artists reflecting an extraordinary reverence for life and its magic which never ceases to lift me, draw me to thoughts both inspiring and oftentimes sacred as in Life is God is a Gift beyond all measure. Patti is in Roche, France today visiting the birthplace of Rimbaud, his reconstructed home and land which she know owns. She has always walked in the footsteps of poets and saints, illuminating their paths for us in deepest reverence. Patti is a Giver on IG; check her out if you haven't yet. Elizabeth.Gilbert nailed a feeling today on her IG from Rome, portraying the very soul of life, grief, loss, beauty. She said, "Grief is not an interruption of your life, but a braided-into-the-soul aspect of it." I believe we in America who love each other and our country are in the midst of a profound sense of heartbreak and loss. Let's braid it in as we find the strength to move forward in that love, and in resistance to its killers. 

Below, a few visions I was drawn to in Firenze, and me enjoying a beautiful sojourn.