WildEyed Loon

  • The Acquisition Thrill Formula

    The Acquisition Thrill Formula

    Aha! There you are you gorgeous red duster with the silk lining, I must have you. And you. And you. And of course, you. I’ve just walked into a sale. No, not rain, just let it hail! Products! Clothing! And shoes so fine! Come to me, I’ll make you mine! I’ll buy you all and…

  • Playing Offense

    Playing Offense

    I was walking around Greenlake, my head in a fog. So much anger flowing inside me. I get pissed off about the things going on in the world, things going on in communities I’m a part of, the media with its never-ending litany of bullshit. Ignorant people who believe they have the right to shame…

  • Everyone’s Sane…But Me

    Everyone’s Sane…But Me

    I come from a hard background. Like many people, my parents were divorced, and Dad didn’t hold up to his responsibilities. Mom had to do it on her own, and she was not capable. Maybe it was the schizophrenia. She drank too many rum and cokes, took too many prescription pills, and chased too many…

  • The Front Tuck: Codpieces and Radical Acts

    The Front Tuck: Codpieces and Radical Acts

    Have you seen the new fashion trend? Keep an eye out and you’ll see this new-fangled thing the kids are doing of tucking your shirt in, but only at the very front. The first time I saw this, my whole body rebelled. My old decrepit mind couldn’t wrap itself around why anyone would just tuck…

  • I Remember – The 20s Club Incident

    I Remember – The 20s Club Incident

    This story is over 25 years old. So weird to think it’s been that long. For me it feels like yesterday, and for someone who tends to repress memories, that’s saying a lot. Once upon a time on a dark Omaha night, I had plans to meet up with my friend Christina at the 20s…

  • The Ethics of Chowing Down

    The Ethics of Chowing Down

    I’m a meat-eater, and I’m a reader. I’m not a reader of social media posts so much. I read books. A lot of books. Besides chocolate, it’s my drug of choice. So, there I am, minding my own business, reading “Evil: The Science Behind Humanity’s Dark Side” by Julia Shaw, when I find myself flying…

  • Don’t Take that Money! The Politics of a Fundraiser

    Don’t Take that Money! The Politics of a Fundraiser

    The Auction Recently, I was at a friend’s benefit to help her get her new business off the ground. It was a typical event with an MC and an auction and a bunch of raffles. There was food, and music, and art. And there were a bunch of people wanting to support my friend. There…

  • Running Towards Fear

    Running Towards Fear

    Today, I am afraid. I’m deathly afraid and I’m afraid all the time. Trying to sort through the fear in any sort of meaningful way, seeing it as a whole, flummoxes me. I have an appointment with another health care worker and that makes it worse. I have a history of being fired by therapists,…

  • Power and the Little Queen

    Power and the Little Queen

    I remember they day I saw true power. True strength. And from a source I didn’t expect it from. The Dance I was at a Sunday dance at Ecstatic Dance Seattle. For those who don’t know, these are dances you can just go to and dance your truth. No one’s drunk and hitting on you.…

  • Solo Show? Challenge Accepted

    Only July 25, 2019, Sa-rah, from the Pocket Theater, put up a challenge to a group of people to put up a solo show in October. I wasn’t on the list… <sob>  Actually I was. Challenge accepted. What the hell did I just do? I’m already stretched thin with trying to get this blog organized,…

  • Karin and the Bitch-Slap

    Yeah, I’m on Crackbook. Uh, I mean Facebook. I both post things that are very personal and yet aren’t personal at all. I’m talking about quotes. I used to post things that are obviously directly relevant to me. (And still do sometimes) What I noticed was that everyone has an opinion. Everyone has advice. Everyone…

  • The Girl is Back in Town

    I’m back! Yes, I know it’s the most exciting thing you’ve heard in a long time. I mean, where did I go? What did I do? What was I doing for the last eight years? Why should you even care? I really recommend not caring. At least too much. For crying out loud, there are…

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