Snuggle Your Sisters: International Women's Day - as if a day could suffice ….. 2020 is too late

Snuggle Your Sisters: International Women's Day - as if a day could suffice ….. 2020 is too late

I write this under duress. Pressure. Confusion and contrarianism. What? Is that so sour? That a lady (or rather Woxman) is sheepish to speak on the very thing she has plastered across many a tee shirt, beanie, sticker, hoodie? Like, what is she to say?

To say it is passe to be only mildly Queer, highly cis, concerned with politics only after a few drinks or when she thinks too hard - opens up to the fear that runs like well water under the floor boards of all we hold dear?

That a person who has laid on the sidewalk naked and bleeding for the Po-Po to get the fuck here already and keep her alive gets squirrelly about speaking on the fact that she like … votes (despite how the count comes down), owns a biz, went to school, or has not been raped more so than she has been already? What if it is not shame? What if it is not fear? Nor cowardice. Ignorance and or inability. Rather (hold on!) it is because she can do no better than the ignorable others whose carrion cries are to be turned up in the bass speaker of your Humvie as you pass blaster down the parkway of the new new.


I am white. Thin. Rich. Partnered. Fed. And free enough to work too hard and play less than I ought to. Don’t you think I have said enough to be forgotten in the discourse of the oh so needed verbal and action diaspora of what is required - like morally - for the future? Not so we survive, but for we are acclaimed.

Hey There, Tracy Bullock Here. How Can I Help?

Hey There, Tracy Bullock Here. How Can I Help?

Yes. Panthers and the planet are dying. So it goes. Ah, democracy. I say, Universe, forget Tracy. Remember Loretta. Angela. Bela. Read me - remember them. We here ( the mes here) in the peanut gallery of principle are delightfully and disarmingly shackled with the aim of stepping up to stand back. As easy - intoxicatingly so, it is for one such as me - see headshot and personal callout above - for my cry to be tended to, so is that those screamers, speakers, say so-ers, needers, knowers, and Messiahs are ignored. Casual. Caustic. Cruel - to the unheard, but so so so for the rest of us.

I pray to learn, Lord. How can I? Any of us if muted, dormant is the wisdom of so so many in the public forum. Here she goes - standing up - party seas - letting the chosen cast in. Tsunami, dammit. Wet the shores. Myself and the like rush to the back. Tracy Michele Bullock makes space. Tracy Michele Bullock knows how to get out of the fucking way. Antenna that Boo got. 

Is this advocacy? Well that ain’t my call. Comments welcome.

Ball drop and money in hand - on the selling floor (slaughter sheet some not so sunny days) What can I offer? (if this is NOT to be a cop out, right?) Architecture. A mirror. A window. Bridge to the next and better phase. Map. Call me Madame Stenographer. I have an honor: the honor of being as the sympathetic stickler of a stage manager for so many of us - you - who only need the battery in their backing to be cranked - may I be your topsy turner.

YOU — on the edge of you. Can almost taste - more revenue, less stress, clean messaging, clearer schedule. A focus. Forecast. Map. Magic.

ME - the Answer Angel, the Career Civil Engineer, the Cook who fries up the leftovers from dreams deferred into the Course of your Career Clock. Professional Profess-or. Freelance Finesser.

SDYD takes your “WANT” to an “AM”.

#IWD - no. Ignited Women’s Dynasty. Step into the Legacy laid before you. Is this penned from obligation? No. It is from frankness. Commitment to “ME” under “IT”. “THEM”- the sisters and sister supporters and savors that have brandished blades of no excuses. Cleared the field for me, so I may welcome YOU!

We are capitalist - in desire perhaps, most certainly in convention. Thus, I stay up tonight painting my poster to carry in the mid-March bluster saying: Tracy Bullock here, how can I help?

Dreams delivered daily. 

Dudes to the back.

Take back tomorrow.

Power pack that shit tonight. The clock is ticking and the crowd is getting antsy. 



 

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Worse Case Better Best: Shit the bed. aka Empty out to start anew

Worse Case Better Best: Shit the bed. aka Empty out to start anew

Money Matters: Welcome the Democratic Society of your Wallet

Money Matters: Welcome the Democratic Society of your Wallet