The Thank You to my Followers and Readers

Dear readers,

I’d like to thank all of you, whether you follow me or not, for reading and viewing this blog. Right now as I type this, watching the Campbell’s Soup show with jack Carson, and it’s old. yes, I like old time radio. The thing I don’t like is some of the racy things they come up with in story lines. I’d like to thank those of you who supported me especially last year, especially during the difficult months of the pandemic. I know we’re not over the hump as far as that virus goes, but still, I want to address something very good. Followers are coming. Thank you bunches for following me. If you want to hit me up on Twitter, please visit http://www.denverqueen.com and click under the Connect with Me heading, the Twitter link is there.

An update: periscope will be sunsetting its app, and Twitter will take over the livestreaming capabilities of Periscope, so you won’t see the Periscope link as of march of this year. My website guy, Trenton, will be helping with fixing things along the way. I’d like to also tell you guys that parlor sucked anyway, and it wasn’t accessible, so I’m glad it’s gone. Thank you all for follows and reads, so please keep those up. Comments have been disabled here because of trolls. I’d like to thank a couple of cool people. Tim Applebee from Canada, thanks for your follow and thanks for your liking stuff. BB Cole, I don’t know you but thanks for following. For those of you who want me to follow you, I have followed people with the buttons next to their names. BB’s blog doesn’t have that, but I need to look into subscribing in the blog undoubtedly and figure out but then I also have the same prob with the Dog Training Blog. Thanks to dog people, I have more need to write about dogs. But i don’t own a dog, I just happen to think dogs are great animals who serve in all kinds of ways. Dogs and cats make great pets, but don’t expect the seeing eye to register a feline any time soon.

All in all, I’d be glad to call out more names if I know who else is interested in follows. I need more followers here, but 80 is great. Let’s make it to a hundred.

Moving to Another Country Is Impossible Today

Dear readers,

I came close to thinking that my partner and I could move to a place like Sweden, but then again, there is a problem. My partner has disabilities, so do I. We are both different racial backgrounds, but we manage. The thing that bothers me about today’s Post Covid world … or what will be the post covid world, is that we can’t move. Restricting the movement of Americans in particular will hurt the rest of the planet. Why? Because travel is a moneymaker for some. For others, it’s life and death. Asylum from transgender related hate crimes is something that lots of transgender women need for their own safety. Immigrants from Mexico and Latin America need to come to someplace for refuge and to stay alive. Is it fair that asylum rules from the Trump administration should be implemented? No. Disabled Latinos are unable to receive jobs most of the time, but if America were to be like every other country in the world, we’d require sponsors and jobs.

While the Handmaid’s Tale could unfold if the violence is cured like ham here, especially during Joe’s inauguration, we need to be aware that these violent extremists don’t deserve asylum in Germany or other places. Hey, Angela Merkel said she was sad over the riots, and they were indeed riots. White people think they’re entitled to life itself because they’re white, to be called Miss and Mr. because they’re white. Example of this popped up in a Jack Benny podcast, where his butler, Rochester, who’s black, had to call Jack “Mr. Benny”. Yes, it sounds a bit like respect, but it’s racism. Pure and simple.

In other countries, there’s a racial reckoning too, but at least in Ghana, there hasn’t needed to be anything like the racial reckoning that has occurred in the United States. Ghana was the former slave coast, so I’m wondering if Trenton’s family has some ancestry there. Most African Americans do, at least, have some ancestry in the Ghanian slave coast, or the Ivory Coast. And they developed a culture of their own. While the slave’s Bible was used to oppress blacks, that is here in America, indigenous folks in Canada are going missing or being sterilized, which sucks. If we do or did move to Canada, we’d also need a sponsor and a job. I have a buddy in Canada who’s planning to get her American boyfriend out of here soon. I met this girl at a village Inn not far from my house, or what could have been an IHOP. The girl is pretty interesting I might add, and she’s done some pretty interesting things to make things work. She has a job, and her boyfriend? He’s a software genius and has created his own add ons for the popular screenreader NVDA. For the newbies to this blog, NVDA means non visual desktop access. Back to the topic now.

The thing that bothers me about lost travel opportunities for us Americans is that if my parents had been planning a second Italy trip, I would hope they wouldn’t. Italy is part of the EU and has banned Americans likewise because of Covid 19. My parents probably did take the Italy trip as a way to cement their power over me, which doesn’t seem to add up. Disabled women all over the world are not believed in the realm of sexual abuse, but still I think it could have been loads better in the U.S.

Restricting travel here in the States at a time when riots happen at the Capitol is simply asking for Gilead to come to fruition. Q Anon dudes in bearskin headdresses don’t need places in government. But there’s also a hidden cult called the Word of Faith Fellowship which resides in Spinndale, North Carolina. This church managed to destroy one family, and I read their story. It was awful. Their pastor is a woman who thinks it’s okay to abuse male and female babies and adults alike, blasting them and casting the so called demons out of them. such people don’t need a place in our country’s governing body politic if the cult still even exists. I applaud the survivors of WOF for standing up and speaking out. I applaud America for having religious freedom, but we need to act responsibly with that freedom. This includes putting regs on dangerous cults. I don’t want my kids or myself and my partner to get sucked into a cult, and micro control groups are another problematic thing. It’s this mentality that you can believe what you want without responsibility that sprang into Q Anon and other things.

As for the restricted travel, I feel like if we don’t leave this country, a repeat of the Holocaust could occur. Trenton and I need a place to bunk down and make a family, but there’s a few things I don’t want to happen. I don’t want my kids growing up speaking Swedish, Finnish, or Spanish even. They need to communicate with the family in English, their own obvious lingua franca. If the kids don’t learn English that they can use to communicate with their own parents, they will not succeed at all in family life, I presume. England has banned Americans, and might continue to ban us if we don’t get this covid crap under control. I don’t want to stay here though, with the rioting in the capitol, Pro Trump assholes wandering about my state, and the Prod Boys messing around with things. In any case, I don’t want to be in a situation where the women in this country have no virtually no rights. the Handmaid’s Tale is not irrelevant fiction, and I’m not a vagina flaunting feminist, as one woman might have put it. This woman might have survived sexual abuse, but she’s a self hater for some reason. I can’t comment on her stuff on Facebook without her saying that she thinks that my beliefs are why women don’t get taken seriously. Well, I don’t care anymore. Women need rights, must have rights, and will not escape the patriarchy until we have a right to be heard, believed, and trusted here in the U.S. I can’t justify all the technicalities of staying here any more. Canada might have been an answer, but they closed the border to so many. Trenton could be explicitly targeted for being black, and I’m not putting a target on his back here,, he’s just not that guy in the Hood. And we’re not interested in the Hood. we want to live in a safe place, where there is little chance of a death threat, and if we do get death threats, we need security. We want the city and county of Denver to pay for our security if such things happen. Or we could put the bill on Lakewood or Golden or Littleton. We need to be clear: leaving this country is a conflict we must consider in our minds. If we leave, we could face access barriers everywhere we go, and that means no Alexa skills or Google actions rolled out to us first. Certain songs are walled off in the United States but not other regions. I can’t go without my typical music, but Sweden and Finland have musics different from ours, but the world does not need to wall off music because they should or can. If I moved to Canada, we’d also have a pretty shitty Netflix selection, no Hulu, and no Disney Plus selections we want. Canadian media is different from our own, and we’d never watch Friends again. But what justifies it? If the Boogaloo assholes come knocking, they will take more than my blog away, my body away, and my other life away from me. Boogaloo will also destroy any sense of security I have, deploy methods of exterminating my friends and loved ones, and then they’ll populate Netflix and Hulu with racey content like that found in the Jack Benny show, while funny but still a bit racist. Let’s look at what they could ponder in the film industry.

First, when I was listening to Jack Benny, I noticed that Rochester was driving Jack’s car, and the car was also voiced by the same guy who does Woody the Woodpecker, Mel Blanc. That guy was amazing by the way. Mel made the car noises while you could imagine that Rochester was driving Benny’s car to the studio for the CBS show we would expect. The thing that bothered me was that “Mr. Benny” was what Rochester had to call his employer. What does Trenton’s mom think of this? She’s worked in data entry for years, but does anyone call her employer “Miss” or “Mrs.”? My mother in law should probably know that this sort of race based titling could pop up in the Boogaloo world if they had their way. Q Anon and the white nationalists could deem it inappropriate for Trenton, for instance, to call me simply Beth. Worse, they could say he couldn’t marry me. He’d have to call me “Miss Beth”. Young kids do this to me, but that doesn’t bother me because kids should learn respect as young as possible, but I don’t like to be called Miss or Mrs. Matthews because for one, the Miss part. It’s a foul stench of patriarchal difference between married and unmarried, owned and unowned. Women are not the property of their fathers or husbands, face this. This means that if I legally took Trenton’s name, it would feel like he owned me. But he knows he doesn’t. It’s not a race thing either, it’s a feminist thing. Revolutionary women kept their maiden names, especially Lucy Stone. Who knew.

If I leave the United States, what else would I miss? Well, barbecues and outdoor celebration of July 4 would be a thing of the past. Sure, I would miss the fireworks, but who needs that. What I’m more worried about is the walling off of musics in Canada versus the United States. Example, Google said that Fiddler on the Roof was not available in the United States, which is odd.

Another thing, if I did leave the States, it would be hard to find a country and planetary principality where Trenton is respected along with me. Blindness and all, we deserve respect. We don’t like conspiracy theories, we don’t like things that don’t align with human rights, not up for debate. Please note, we’ve had enough of the travel restrictions, the exploitation of the disabled, and the lawlessness perpetrated by those in the Capitol. Thank you for reading.

Beth

The Capitol Riots: My Thoughts and feelings, CW politics and TW some descriptions of violence as seen by the media

Dear readers,

I am very sads to write this post. I want to tell you all about a big grand building, but I also want to tell you about a staged coup that could have gone completely Gilead like. So let’s start with the building I want to describe.

Imagine yourself in a big giant rotund hollow hallway, statues everywhere, and one set aside in gold. There are statues made in many different things, many types of styles. Remember humanities class? There’s a statue in kubis style, the statue of Father Kino, who was a dear friend of the lepper people, those with leprosy. There is a statue of King Kamehameha, whose name fits where he’s placed, “the lonely one” in Hawaiian. There are statues of very different American and world people who are famous. I don’t call them the gods, I don’t dare do such things, but statues like these are very sacred objects in the American story. Does anyone remember what it used to be like to live in a leprosy colony? I don’t think so. Molokai was an island where leprosy patients were segregated, and there were people who contracted the disease and died. Father Kino to me was a hero among such people because he did what Jesus would do. Jesus, as a spiritual mentor to so many, did what I would suspect he’d do for leprosy patients. He never stayed away from them or blind people, deaf people, people who are not able to walk, etc etc. I could say lame and mute but what good would that do? It wouldn’t do us any good to mention what Kamehameha was famous for either. He was a king. Hawaii was a monarchy, but above that, Hawaii’s schools are a bit racist because they require Hawaiian native blood in their students. This doesn’t surprise me because not only that, the rest of America was racist too. Native Hawaiians were ousted from their so called kingdom and then Hawaii became one of our fifty states, but at no cost to those who sought to destroy them. Either way, I wish there had been a statue of Queen Liliukilani, and she had a song that was written about her. Let’s be real though, I love the idea of visiting Hawaii, but the real Hawaii Native peoples should stop trying to limit their students in schools to Hawaiian blooded kids. There are white and black students who would probably fit in okay in the extended ohana, and what does ohana mean? Well, the lonely king of Hawaii couldn’t tell us now, but let’s be real. Ohana, as Stitch would say in Lilo and Stitch, means “family, Ohana means nobody is left behind or forgotten.” Stitch realized all this while he felt like an outcast. I hope Stitch’s story also teaches the Native Hawaiians that no matter how big or small or no matter what shape, a dog is a dog, a man is a man. In other words, human beings are human beings. And I wonder why Kamehameha’s statue was so lonely over there in the Rotunda.

There were lots of works of art in the Capitol but let’s be real about that. I don’t think art is a bad thing. I studied statues in humanities class, among which was a copy on a lawn of Michelangelo’s David, nude and all. Kind of interesting, I was only eighteen when I saw that thank goodness for the first time. Yeah, it was only a statue, but David is seen in Europe, lots of the great stuff is in Europe. Sadly, even the Pieta has seen its share of vandalism in the world of art.

I got a Pieta figurine my parents bought from Italy, blessed by the Pope. However, it wasn’t tall. One thing I liked about the statues in the Rotunda in the capitol was that they were majestic and tall, and word has it they tell stories. Like Kamehameha and Kino, each statue tells a story in American history. Let’s talk about the stories each one might tell you.

Imagine you walk through the Capitol and hear all the statues start talking. I had to write this down for the Daughters of the American Revolution essay contest. Oops, not a good idea because I never would have won anyway. My writing probably would suck anyway. I had the best time with the tour guide, and the tour guide was awesome. But think of what the spirits that house within the stories and the art are saying now that rioters left trash all over.

So what happened on January 6, 2021? First off, rioters and terrorists entered the Capitol unlawfully. They not only attacked Congress and stole things and looted crap, they did something I’d never think anyone would do. They attacked the spirits of the dead. Imagine a statue of Ruth Bader Ginsburg talking, no screaming, “Stop, you lousy fools, get away from me. Leave me alone, don’t put trash on me.” Kamehameha would shout, “Shut your mouths, you damn haoles, get the hell away from me.” Father Kino would nod his head and pray, god forgive these uglies, for they know not what they do. Then a statue of MLK Jr. would spit out, “Get the hell off my property. God abhors you, you white supremacist demons.” If I saw a statue of Sacajawea, she’d utter something like, “Leave this earth as it should have been untouched by your pilfering hands. Get off my ground and step lightly. Mother Earth shall have her revenge.” Now, imagine what the portraits and art faces would say if you walked in to the hall of First Ladies.

First of all, I imagine that the dead first ladies would haunt the rioters. While they were confronted by police, only four of them died. Four out of thousands. And yet the police would kill more if they were black. This is why the Capitol police chief is resigning. We need to seriously get rid of systemic racism, and what if the coup had been successful? Well, first of all, spiritual energy would be a lot more powerful than the Supremacists who are haunting my spaces. So let’s be clear.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg probably sent that little fly and she might have been inside that fly, sitting gently on Mike Pence’s head. What’s funny about that was that the fly had its own Twitter account? Well, that fly probably would have died by now, but what will Ruth become next? I believe in reincarnation and the freedom of a spirit to do what it will. So if Ruth knows anything, it’s that a coup would have ended in the following scenario:

  1. My rights would have been violated, nonexistent, and I would have been required to submit to the will of boogaloo assholes, preferably the militias that might storm the city of Denver. I could have been sold to a Florida master, along with my husband who could have been beaten, exterminated along with millions of his people, and so much other stuff. The first thing I thought when I heard the Capitol riots happened was the Handmaid’s Tale. Why? Because Gilead might have formed out of these Proud Boys, Boogaloo and Q Anon idiots. They are, rest assured I say this, terrorists. What is a Terrorist? Well, read the book Terrorism: a Special Kind of Violence. They don’t always terrorize in the name of God either. These Terrorists terrorized in the name of concepts and ideas I feel are very very dangerous and are not up for debate. For example, Trump keeps weakening LGBTQ protections, but that’s not really up for debate when Biden gets to be President, and that is because I’ve got friends in that community and they are human like everybody else. They just happen to be bisexual, gay, transgender, and so on. Trump wants to keep a ban on transgender people in the military, but I know Biden would find it offensive and wrong. While he is Catholic by nature, I totally understand Biden’s wish to make sure that human rights are not up for debate. The Proud Boy Boogaloo Q Anon Trumpist Terrorists that attacked my country several days ago are not just white Supremacists, ableists, and straight entitled white brats who haven’t learned that losing is okay, they are also people who would incite more violence if permitted on Twitter, Facebook, and so on. Censorship aside, the social media networks did the right thing. Why? Because I don’t want a Gilead, but here’s a big difference. Commander Judd did not have social media, and neither did his little friends. Where are the Handmaids? Where will the commanders come from? Well, Q Anon being extremist, I would never want one guy like that for a husband if commanded. I don’t want to have babies with anyone but someone I love and care about. If the men come shooting my beloved people, they will have to understand why they are being charged with murder.
  2. The black people’s right to exist would be in question. Boogaloo and Q Anon probably will form a Confederacy and make slavery legal. Well, that can’t happen for several reasons. I will never let it, the masters are evil, and my beloved is black. I won’t allow people like this in our home, in our territory. We need to get a house that ultimately has lots of space for children, us, and possibly … I don’t know. But no servants at all. As a person who was mistreated and accused of wrongfully being a bad and evil queen at a young age, well, I now have to have supports. Q Anon and Boogaloo are hell bent at taking that away from me and other people who need it. They would sell me as a freak show, want me to do things, or get my ass shot like a disposable cat that had to be put down. No, I won’t have this happen. Let’s make one thing clear: I won’t let slave traders in my home, whether they give me a good deal or not. I will not sell a person or a living flesh of mine no matter how poor. We’re not Afghanistan.
  3. Women’s literacy would be banned. My blog would be shut down, and Wes would be dancing in his boxers for hours. Well, right now he better not be dancing around in his boxer shorts reading my blog for no apparent reason. I want to be able to type this blog without fear of a defamation lawsuit, and if anyone, Wes, Bill, or even the bad guys who supposedly want me dead keep putting out screenshots of my stuff, go right ahead. You won’t win because my buddy in Arizona got a screenshot of you first. So why target me? Is it because I’m female? If you want to govern this country, women’s literacy and opinion is not up for debate. Got it? Good.
  4. Men would have a sphere of influence, and women would have limited spheres of influence. Right, Aunt Lydia? Well, the aunts and those in charge of oppression would be allowed to read or write. NOt my partner, not me, not anyone else. Voiceover on this mac would become liable for being made illegal, and it would be illegal for blind people and female voices to be heard and respected. This is something that I’m sure the Q Anon extremist people would never really want, but in their hearts, they want privileges kept for themselves.

So what should the Biden administration do to prevent violence like this in the future? Here’s a few notable hints, and Joe, if you’re reading this, please note that I support whatever you decide. These are just my thoughts, remember?

  1. Ban all MAGA hats, Q symbols, and other things associated with Q Anon and Boogaloo, except for Hawaiian shirts. Just make note that Hawaiian shirts should have a disclaimer on them saying they are not associated with Boogaloo. Please wear your Hawaiian shirt responsibly.
  2. Banning people who have white nationalist ties in the police force is another thing we need to do. I don’t want people who are nationalist working for any police forces, especially if their intent is to target my family, my friends, and allies in the gay community, black community, and the disabled community.
  3. I don’t want to see Armageddon, but please, we will have to limit Bible content in classes so as not to offend those who don’t practice biblical principles. Sure, study the KJV, but please, none of the book of Genesis would be allowed to be read except as a comprehensive myth. The Genesis myth would also include the parts about Eve and Adam and all that. Using “Eve’s Curse” to tax tampons is a sin, a grave sin against women. And because we learn that Eve ate the apple, women are automatically dirty and sinful. We need to shift our thinking in that regard, and understand that the Biblical Genesis story was written by a man. Not a woman, and the Hebrew scriptures were written and authored by Man. God could not have possibly wanted women to have to be unclean during five to seven days of the month. I could go on and on, but no more of this dance in my boxer shorts will cool this part down. We also need to confront our past without erasing it. The Capitol riots will go in the history textbooks, and my kids will start learning black history ASAP.
  4. I would like Mr. Biden’s administration to do better with human trafficking prevention and survivors of such. First, if Joe wants, maybe we can talk about legalizing sex work. Why? So the pervs don’t go after little kids. You prevent one thing by forbidding it, alcohol for example, and human beings go nuts. Look what prohibition did for us. The only good thing it brought was … NASCAR. I kid you not.
  5. Joe Biden should legalize marijuana immediately. As immediate as humanly possible. The failed war on drugs will fail us further if we don’t. Thank you goes to Governor Jared Polis for being wonderful and saying he’ll request money for Cannabis entrepreneurs, so that’s awesome.
  6. The entire Congressional body should be required not to carry guns with them in the Capitol, and likewise police officers should never carry guns in the Capitol building, and in and around the D.C. area. We need heavy and strict gun controls in place to prevent rioting, and here’s another catch. Officers will not be allowed to wear Riot shields, or have rubber bullets, or whips, or clubs, whatever. Officers will only have their stuff on them that they can use to deescalate the situation. So let’s say the White House was rioted on. Well, they have dogs and guns there, but that will be an exception. But I don’t want crazy Lauren Beauvert to carry her gun around and object to anything Biden does. Beauvert is kind of out there, I’ll admit, but she was elected. In Pueblo, Colorado I might add. But I don’t want anyone, not even Ms. Beauvert carrying damn guns into the Capitol and shooting their fellow Congresspeople to death.
  7. Swastikas and Nazi symbols should be banned. We must also not forget that the Mein Kampf should probably be labeled with a cultural violence and whatever kind of warning so that if I ask why we’re studying it one day, whoever assigns it knows why I ask for this warning. Mein Kampf is Hitler’s Bible of sorts. Hitler wrote that disabled people were not desirable, and thus killed millions and thousands more. It wasn’t just the Jewish people. He persecuted so many people, just as Donald Trump tried. Because of Hitler, I decided against hearing Wagner’s Bridal Chorus, a song most popular at weddings, at my own commitment ceremony. Richard Wagner was a composer of operas that Hitler particularly favored, and the sturm und drang was particularly his favorite musical style. Hitler started out in an abusive family, even when his father was abusive, his mother tried to protect him. However, I think the father’s abuse and instilling entitlement drofve little Adolf to do big bad things. Same with Donald Trump. Please read Too Much and Never Enough: Why My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man by Mary L. Trump. She’s a psychologist, knows her stuff, and knows her family. Mary narrates this book, and does it really well. I’d like to say I’d pay big bucks to have Mary as my therapist because we’d have a lot of things to be worried about and talk about. Sure, I would never mention her sick and psychotic uncle, but I would mention the effects his ass backward rhetoric has on me and others. She knows. She knows all.

While I’m unable to sleep here tonight, I’m going to be honest. My damn headset is not charging for some strange reason. The Aftershokz headphones I got won’t charge. Ugh.

Also, the season of the Throne Room with Beth Taurasi will begin when Joe gets inaugurated, and I’m going to hope for some champagne or wine to celebrate.

Beth

How to Hit Your Fitness Goals: I Hit My Fitness Rings Today

Dear readers,

I know, I know, this is the second blog post I’ve written today. But please forgive me, I’m celebrating. I hit all three of my special fitness rings today. And you know what? yoga seems to do the trick for me. I love yoga, it’s amazing, and I don’t even need a damn yoga mat to do my thing. What I need to do is strength training with some weights, and I will get weights and fitness equipment sometime. Trenton really is supportive of my fitness goals, and I have been working on these. My favorite trainer so far as I’m concerned has too be a tie between Jessica and Dustin. They are both amazing teachers, and I like how they describe the motions they are doing in yoga. The yoga flows are amazing, and I think if I could, I’d write Jessica Sky a fan letter. She’s made a big difference in my life so far.

Thank you for the time and energy reading all this fitness stuff. As they all say, close your rings, stay active, and above all, stay safe. If you do not own an Apple Watch, please feel free to invest at least in a fit bit. You don’t have to do fitness in your home, but you can take a casual walk. A brisk walk would work.

Beth

This is How you Form a Trumpist Autocracy … Or Not

Dear readers,

Want to know how to form a Trumpist autocracy? Not. Well, you just saw it on the news today, a bunch of angry people stormed the Capitol because their man didn’t win. First and foremost, that’s like someone stealing the checkerboard because they didn’t win your game of checkers. Or someone telling a football team they sucked and punching them out after they win instead of shaking hands with the footballers after they win. Sadly, people don’t know how to lose. Please, parents, teach your children that losing is okay, but winning is optional. If you don’t win an election, do not under any circumstances insult your opponents. Guess what? I have an example of people accepting defeat.

I was at a sports game with an intramural team or two, and we had an opposing team. Brother jason, a guy who was leading the prayer at the time, actually asked God to bless his opponents on the other team. Guess what? That’s how it’s done. We don’t pray for our opponents to get sick or die, or for people to storm the places where their government is. No, if you want to uphold the government, leave the Congress alone and let them do their job.

The violent incidents at the Capitol actually reminded me of the Handmaid’s Tale, when we could have had the following scenario: we could have had our Constitutional rights suspended under martial law, could have been conscripted as handmaids or in the army to fight a civil war, and worse off, this country could have been split yet again. To those who sought to believe the handmaid’s Tale is irrelevant fiction, you’ve been proven wrong. It almost happened today, but you know what stopped it? Mike Pence had his brain turned on, there was a swift action taken by the national guard people, and the FBI was deployed. Awesome, right? Well, talk about extreme whiner syndrome going on in the privileged class, it was awful. The Handmaid’s Tale could have become a book in which I couldn’t or no one could escape from, a reality that could have meant I was unable to type this blog, my daughters and granddaughters would have not been allowed to learn a skill like typing and reading and writing, and the embroidery would have been required. I don’t want to learn skills that are useful only in a hobby or craft to please a man. I want to participate in politics and government, and I will do so because human rights aren’t up for debate. Here’s what the Conservative side would have done had they done anything.

Probably the first thing on a Republican’s mind is to kill off those who don’t believe in the cause. Usually, a dictator will print up a hit list of people who don’t believe, hunt down those he doesn’t like, and kill them. This happened in Venezuela, and it could have happened here in the U.S. This is unreal.

Secondly, the Conservative angry people would have demanded that transgender and gay people be erased from society. This might have meant the wall, and if you remember watching or reading the Handmaid’s Tale, the wall is where all the bad guys are hung and the girls too. The wall would simply display a symbol on a plaque that would denote the charges the person had been charged with, example includes a pink triangle for being gay. And the person’s body would hang on the wall. This is something we cannot afford.

Thirdly, the Conservative Gilead would include rules for marriage, encourage child marriage, and other problematic cultural traditions. Ayaan Hirsi Ali has been fighting tirelessly for the end of child marriage because when a girl is eighteen, she can get protection if the dude beats her up. Sorry, guys, but gals need protection too. So do young boys. So here’s an act of contrition you need to consider if you think marrying off your girls is a solution. Don’t. Girls need to be able to make choices about their lives when they see fit. This also includes when and where to have children, to have or not to have children, and at what age they marry. I married at 34 years old because I couldn’t do it earlier. My parents denied me that choice because they were stupid. They were toxic and Conservative for the most part. Though my mom was a Democrat, I was frequently called a “baby killer” by Conservative students at THS because I wanted John Kerry to be President, but then I thought about the babies. Now I think babies aren’t the problem or the solution. It’s the women who are the ones who are in most need of care if they don’t want a baby. Babies can kill women more easily if they aren’t placed properly in the womb, and if a woman cannot carry without fear of death, she should abort without question. In any case, Conservative Gileadean society would forbid divorce, abortion, and single motherhood and put all women in a slave class. Blacks would be exterminated, which that would mean the end of me and Trenton altogether. We couldn’t travel to Florida with our own children, who would by this time be considered bastards. Exterminating people like insects is not the solution, but that’s what Trump’s allies wanted. Because of Trump’s visceral lies and threats, now his Twitter is gone, his Facebook blocked. That’s something that the Gilead founders did not have. Thank the Lord above for Facebook and Twitter doing their jobs to keep us all safe. On WordPress, I blacked out people for commenting and getting into the business of my blog unlawfully. I can do it again if I had comments on, but please. IF you read this, comment on Facebook or Twitter.

Thank you for reading this, and if you’re in D.C., stay inside and stay safe.

Beth

DCF Needs an Overhaul: The Ballads of Tekiah Innocent and Kayla McKean

Dear readers,

Imagine you are eight years old, were told to do your chores, and for failing to complete your chores, your body was covered in first and second degree burns. This was the case of Tekiah Innocent. This woman was abused as a child, and DCF has had a long history with the innocent family. From the news, I gathered that this young girl was neglected at birth by her mother, so went to live with a divorced father. But there’s a catch. Stepmother Tansy was abusive, making her daughter do drudgery like Cinderella, and for failing to do chores or lying about such things, Tansy spilled hot water all over her stepdaughter. While I tried to research this girl’s life and legacy, I can’t find any such stuff on the web. But I’ll never forget what happened after it was discovered that Tekiah was burned by her stepmom. She was transported to the Shriner’s Burn Unit in Cincinnati, Ohio to be sent there by herself with no family to comfort her. A trust fund was set up for her, thanks in part to the police officers responsible for arresting her stepmother, who was due to give birth again after getting herself pregnant on top of burning her stepdaughter. She had a little Anastasia or whatever on the way and Tekiah could have been sent back to live out her days as a Cinderella in Tansy’s house. DCF stepped in only because the grandmother did something about it. Mr. innocent, Tekiah’s father, failed to report abuse and was charged. Why was this done instead of failing to come through as DCF did for the next girl I’m about to talk about?

Kayla McKean was a girl of age 8 who was killed by her family and there was a lot of signs of abuse in this girl’s history. The family took no responsibility for her death, and worse, the teachers saw a fractured nose and soiled clothes on the girl when she was six. Now, her face adorns a “my expressions” box in her school, and children draw faces expressing themselves for her. Kayla was killed because DCF didn’t notice and didn’t bring charges either. Maybe because she was in a relatively stable family otherwise? We will never know.

Tekiah was adopted by a kinship group out of state, as far as I know. She’s in her thirties, but I’m sure she never forgot the incident with her evil stepmother. There are many things I wish I could have said to folks like DCF regarding my own mother. She used threats of violence to keep me out of her way, worse yet telling me she’d do damage to my humanity if I didn’t behave in a white girl way. Parents, take a lesson from the dead. Kayla McKean was beat up because she was female and young and vulnerable. Take a lesson from survivors like Tekiah. She was burned so badly that one leg was slated to be amputated. Below the knee, she may have a prosthetic. The girl was left crippled and unable to participate in the military, and if she hadn’t needed a prosthetic, she wouldn’t have experienced discrimination against the disabled. I don’t know what Tekiah’s current last name is, whether she married or not, or whatever. Tansy will never see her children again because she committed abuse. Serves her right, for if she struck again, there might have been death in the family.

My own story with DCF was because my mother slapped me in the face, kicked me in the leg, left me with sore bruises and muscles that were sore. I personally can’t forgive her for swatting me at seventeen, telling me I couldn’t cry for help, and when I wrote a letter to the professionals I trusted to help me, the parents retaliated by punishment. Well, they’re probably going to have to answer for going overseas on my dime, selling my things, and allowing Danny to marry before me. They should answer for all that when they meet their creator wherever they may be.

As for the DCF, they could have charged my parents with abuse, which they should have done, and if I had to live in a foster home, so what? My parents weren’t equipped to deal with blind people, much less a mixed race personage. Then my brothers called me crazy and accused me of being in a “crazy hospital” at age nineteen, when I was committed to LaAmistad for brainwashing, since i had no substance abuse problems. LaAmistad actually brainwashed me into accepting control, and they failed to tell my parents they were toxic. I can’t get along with my parents in person now, especially because I want to have children of my own with a black man. my parents probably have disdain for Trenton, for Michael, and for a high school friend whose name I fail to say because he has a slick job as a flight attendant and was furloughed because of covid. Michael Bonnehome was a Haitian born man who swore he had a crush on me, and I understood because we were both singers, pianists, whatever. michael did music for a living, and that was why I was so drawn to him. But the parental units, as my buddy nick calls parents at all, decided to put a stop to the relationship because michael was black, Caribbean, and had a child. They had no right to do this, even under guardianship because then I was relegated to men who were cheaters and losers, the kind of men who would say fuck off because you’re under guardianship. I was abused by a man called jason, of whom much is written here, but Jason accused me of defaming him, but he has been stalking girls a lot. I was told not to speak against him by numerous people, but it is a ploy to keep jason in the privileged white man class, where he doesn’t belong. Jason and Donald Trump have a bunch in common, except Jason’s hair is natural, whereas Donald Trump has a fake toupee. Donald spends millions styling his stupid hair, but Jason? Well, I’ll leave it up to the taxpayer to decide whether it is fair to spend millions of your tax dollars on a disabled and grumpy young man’s hair. jason is also someone I would never trust. There are a lot of men like Jason in the society we live in, and we must confront these stupids. It’s guys like Jason who make it harder for ladies and women like me to cope with all the crap i went through. jason was the reason I failed to go to appointments and failed to pick up prescriptions. I’m in a happy relationship now, but I feel sad for the girls who willfully let jason stalk and harass others, including Caitlin. She was friends with me before, but now she’s gone because she made threats against me for speaking out against jason. That guy seriously has his head on wrong.

Well, to get back to the point, I was relegated to dating guys like jason because all the good ones’ families would reject any possibility that their son could marry me and tell my parents everything. Deq and I sat through a phone call with my parents, and Deq said he wanted to marry me, but the parents rejected, basing their claims on racial bias and the Somali culture. I was a convert to islam at that time, but Deq was a born Somali Muslim, and my parents discriminated against him too. Deq, Michael, and Trenton all have one thing in common: they’re all in one way or another black. Black men are my parents’ worst fears, but they needn’t fear any hellfire from the universe if they can’t answer for their actions. Even on the last day of the world, according to the Qur’an, all people have to answer for their actions. No matter what religion you live in, perhaps my parents will burn with Tansy and kayla’s dad, Richard McKean or something. I forget the man’s name, so please forgive me if I get it wrong.

DCF must be willing to make sure that the first signs of abuse and toxicity in a family are addressed, including bias and racial motivated stopage of relationships like mine. If they planned to sell me to a white asshole, my parents just lost that opportunity. While they send me $200 every Christmas and $100 every birthday, they spend hundreds and thousands more on their sons. That is stupid and unfair. They spent billions perhaps on themselves in a lifetime, if i may exaggerate. DCF failed to approach my parents and they accused me of lying about abuse when it was happening right under my nose.

If you work at DCF or any child welfare org, hear me out. I know you’re burned out, but look carefully at the signs and symptoms of child abuse and family toxicity, and take the kids seriously without telling them you don’t believe them.

Beth

The Five Stages of Abuse: Detecting the Predators Before They Strike

Dear readers,

The following is my story, but broken down into the five stages of abuse as researched and codified by Dr. Leigh Baker’s Protecting Your Children from Sexual Predators. This book has been an invaluable tool to me for learning not only what happens when a predator strikes a child, but what happened to me personally. Please read with caution, some of this may be a bit graphic, and some of this may not.

TW descriptions of sexual abuse #abuseTW

Stage 1: Detection. This is easy to spot. Not always the same from person to person. Let me set the stage for my detection when I went through it. First and foremost, I was at the Daytona Rehabilitation Center for the Blind and Visually Impaired, or what was known at that time as simply the Rehab Center. Daytona Beach had lots of places to go, including the Volusia Mall and all kinds of beach places at that time, including the walkways and boardwalk. I was at the mall, browsing crap at Claire’s, where I usually get lost in all kinds of cute crap anyway. Then a man approached me. His name was Ricardo Guerra, or I’d know him as Rico for short. Rico approached me from somewhere in Claire’s, I’m pretty sure it was Claire’s, and he bought me a couple of things I wanted to start with. Oops. This led to the detection stage. I’m not sure what Rico was doing in detecting a piece of meat to eat, but the detection stage usually is when a predator gets to know their prey in some subtle ways. They have to detect things vulnerable about you, including things like you struggle in school, your parents suck, things like that. Maybe you feel out of balance in a new family, that is just as Jensen, the little boy in Leigh Baker’s case study, did. Dr. Baker used the example of a preschool teacher’s aid and a student for her case composite for the five stages, so I may go there from time to time, but remember, this was her work. I will however use examples of each stage from my own story, so keep reading.

Stage 2: Approach. Rico did some pretty mad approaching later on. He took me to the perfume counter at the mall, bought me a French flower perfume of some sort, I can’t quite write it here. Now, I had this perfume for a while, but Rico was a real nice guy at first. I didn’t know he was 51. He noticed my talents at the piano and singing, which was, in all due respect, the nice thing about it. But there are some things that you must know about Rico in the approach stage that really bothered me. Looking back, he had me alone a lot, wanted to take projects with me a bunch, and even tried to send me expensive gifts. This was also the case with the Mr. Bob and Jensen story. Bob learned that Jensen liked model planes and such, so he went and bought the little kid an expensive model plane. He disguised himself as a father figure. While this is different with boys, Rico also tried to disguise himself as a father figure for a girl. While he had his own daughter, Rico also had lots of issues going on in his own brain. My relationship with Rico took a turn for the next stage when we were sitting in the hall at the Rehab Center, and I could barely concentrate on nursing home and job skills and such. See next item.

Stage 3: Subjugation and Stage 4: Grooming. This goes kind of hand in hand. Subjugation makes it possible for the predator to isolate their victim, making more and more advances towards the victim, getting to know the parents, getting to know the people around them. The victim doesn’t really know what’s happening. Rico did all this. my dad wasn’t happy. Understandably, neither was my mom. After she found out Rico was doing Stage 4, the grooming, it became abundantly clear that the abuse stage would follow. Rico was removed from the Rehab Center because of claims he had sex with me. Well, those claims would have been true had he gone on to the next stage. Something Dr. Baker writes clearly in her chapter on these stages, sometimes the predator has to go back through stages 3 and 4 to get to stage 5. See nextx item.

Stage 5: The Abuse. You could say that Rico was stupid enough not to do stage 5. I ended up polishing off his feet, but that wasn’t really sexual enough. He wanted me to cop a feel at his body, but let’s face it. Sexual contact was never made. Even when he was removed from the Rehab Center, I think he was like, oh, I didn’t do it. I had to believe him because for real, he never had sex with a minor. In the abuse stage, Dr. Baker writes that the teacher’s aid encouraged his student to let him touch the little boy’s body. This is truly abusive. If any adult in authority tells your child to touch them or they touch the child, it is a clear sign that the abuse stage has passed. Rico advanced pretty strongly, but his abuse wasn’t really there all the way. The only way he could have done something would have been if I really did touch his penis, and he would have returned such things by touching my body parts. Nobody touched there. Period.

The appropriate Response. Parents, if you’re reading this, know a few different points about surviving sex abuse and harassment. First, it is not the survivor’s fault. Second, the survivor should not be given any sort of punishment for going through sexual abuse. Because of Rico, I had to live in my parents’ house for a few years, enduring isolation and guardianship and my parents telling me not to talk to all kinds of people because in their minds, the men were bad news. However, the choices my parents made even during my tenure at the Colorado Center for the Blind were also very poor. I was not going to get much support from my parents, and it took years of therapy and finding the right people to get me over the predation experience I suffered at the hands of Rico. His name appears on a court filing my parents tried to do that included a restraining order. Well, what if they had done this to men because they were black? My parents might have also done the same shit to my current partner, Trenton, because of his African American blood and heritage. They could have also told a judge that a man who was black was on drugs and the judges would believe my parents over me. Thankfully, Judge Tanya Rainwater was smart and didn’t believe my parents and their claims of sexual abuse at the hands of Ricardo Guerra. The judge said there was no proof of sex, and she wanted DNA and penetration and all that. It could have happened. So what were my vulnerabilities? I was on the verge of committing suicide, wanting to date teen boys, but Rico said they were losers. Well, he himself was a loser. I was also deemed a mental case by the high school, something I didn’t want. They recommended, after all the stages of abuse and my parents’ laxidasical response and their lackluster involvement, they recommended I have an attendant at school. This was humiliating. I would never forgive THS for this crap. Not ever. What my O and M instructor had to do was allow someone to follow me around at school. She was not allowing of anyone, really nothing occurred and I had to have occupational therapy because of my parents’ toxicity. They blamed the victim of sexual abuse instead of help and support the survivor. Guardianship in all cases is an inappropriate response to sexual abuse. Parents, you need to get adequate counseling for your teenager or your child, not guardianship for the budding young adult with disabilities who has suffered sexual abuse. Making up mental health stats and diagnostics will not get you anywhere but resentment from the child or teen who becomes an adult. Every action you make has an equal or opposite reaction. The response to Rico’s abuse my parents concocted was nothing more than victim blaming, shaming, and an ill fated understanding of how predators operate and communicate. My parents should have read Dr. Baker’s book and seen the composite sketches, and maybe allowed me to participate in talks about sexual abuse and the stages of such. If they had, they would have understood that Rico was a bad groomer, a terrible abuser, and I was a victim, not something to pore over in guardianship files, not someone to exploit. My money and wages are lost, I can’t even get a job or go to college because of the sexual abuse. Because of the guardianship, I was relegated to men who would do nothing but cheat on me, tell me to go fuck off because I had guardianship, and or they’d act like it was the best thing to do. Well, it’s not. I resent my parents for doing this, and I resent the professionals who followed this track and wanted me to suffer for the abuse I suffered. Professionals should never, never under any circumstances recommend guardianship for a child or teen who has disabilities because they will not be able to work, have a family, or grow up. It’s institutional ableism at its finest, and it’s worse when the child or teen is blind. Blindness is the most feared disability on the planet, and I had lots of delays in adaptive skills training because of guardianship. I didn’t even know how to prepare my own food till I was over 23 years old and had a fully furnished apartment. Ugh. With the fully equipped kitchen I was able to learn food prep techniques, but the whole time I was at CCB, they tried to scale back my program or make exceptions because of the guardianship. And all this because of Ricardo’s abuse. Please, parents, listen to your kids. If they don’t want to be labeled a mental case because they’re in love with a teenage boy, especially if it’s a girl, please listen. If you don’t listen to your child or teen, you could end up being resented or the relationship could go adrift. I only receive calls from my parents now every christmas and birthday, not enough to solidify a good relationship. It makes me wonder what my own kids will think because they will end up not having a Grandma and Grandpa around to give them presents, cookies, and stories of the past. Grandparents are important, but for my children, they are not important because they could have told me to abort a child had I had one at all at this time. My parents would justify the abortion as getting rid of the blood of a blind woman. My baby is not likely to be born blind, but making it so I can’t have kids would have been an option had my parents kept me at home. I left because they were telling me when and how to use the Internet, and at age 23, I flew away and quit college at FSU. I never went back, except on Christmas vacation, but was spiritually abused about being a Muslim because I had converted trying to find the answers. Spiritual abuse is common in families with children who have disability as well. I’m 34 now, unemployed, no kids, but with a perfectly awesome husband and partner in commitment. We couldn’t legally marry because his healthcare check and survival benefits would have been taken away. I would never advocate divorce for us just to save our checks, and it is selfish in my opinion. I wish people would stay married for life, and I swore that on my partner. However, he and I would benefit from having a child. The child would need a safe home and housing we don’t have and can’t provide, and all this because of Ricardo Guerra. He doesn’t realize how much he ruined my life and the lives of the people around me. I guess predators don’t always realize how much they ruin people’s lives.

Thank you for reading this blog. I will be telling a summary of my story on the third season of my podcast, and I will be doing some research to help find some music for this. I need a heraldry fanfare because we’re talking about the Throne Room with Beth Taurasi and I’m supposed to portray the Queen thing with dignity. Please listen to the podcast and learn a great deal if you can.

Beth

Apple Fitness Plus: My First Impressions

Dear readers,

I’ve got my fitness goal started, and I hope that there will be exercise every single day for the next 365 days in the year. The reason? Well, I’ve been on and off meds for more than twelve years, and don’t like the side effects, plus I heard a friend got gastric bypass surgery, but that’s too risky. I don’t want to take risks and lose weight that way because it would mean cutting my stomach up. Ugh.

What I’m here to write about is my first training with Jessica, one of the yoga instructors. Well, all the trainers do different stuff in Apple Fitness Plus, and let me just say the app is fully usable with voiceover. It’s powered by your apple watch and integrates tightly with workout app and the exercise rings. So how to close your rings? First, don’t forget that you can go on DND on whatever device you’re using, I learned that the hard way, especially on iPad or iPhone. Or you can use the Apple TV to do workouts on, and then you choose the workout you want, then make sure your watch is bluetoothed and unlocked, then press play on the watch. Then, away you go. I want to talk about a yoga thing I did with trainer Jessica. She’s pretty amazing, and I brought back my inner yogi. Let’s talk about this.

First, Jessica is a fast paced but easy flow trainer to work with. I haven’t done others yet, but will do soon. Second, yoga trainers generally describe how to do the workouts in detail, but you have to have some working knowledge of yoga in order to do this.

I think I could be a yogi at heart, and I enjoy practicing yoga because you don’t have to worry about the no pain no gain thing, and I feel a bit more flexible now than I did before. Core training is very cool, too. But let’s face it, I still have to do the workouts correctly. Jessica always recommends that you go at your pace, and if you don’t understand a move, you’ll understand it later on in some way. Jessica focused on spinal and low back twists and such, which is great for women. I’m talking to you, prenatal and postnatal women at most. However, I think a lot of other people could benefit from lower back and spinal twisting and a bit of warrior pose. While I got in to postures, I had to remind myself that this wasn’t Hot Yoga anymore, and I dare not use the name of that guy who invented it. He was a weirdo, so they changed his studios to Hot Yoga. India is the birthplace of yoga, but a lot of people love it, and it works a lot. Jessica even understood the resting poses like downward dog and such, things I need to get back into at all. I felt at home with her, so far. So far so good, but there are improvements I would make.

One, I think the trainer and all trainers, according to some Apple Vis subscribers to the forums, might want to consider describing and doing textual word pictures for the totally blind yogis like myself, but if you’re doing core or HIT (high intensity training), you should know how to do all the moves, and getting a good description of each move in a small attached screen is a great idea. Also, you can share the playlists each trainer does in Apple Music. I’m going to try that, and there are lots of treadmill and cycling training things, but bear with me. I don’t have a bicycle or exercise spin bike. Why? Because what else? No room. My apartment is a teeny tiny box, and we can’t put too much other crap in here.

So what is my rating for Apple Fitness Plus? I’d say 4 out of 5 stars because of the need for descriptions of movements, not in the workout tracks themselves, but anywhere and any sort of screen attached would work fine. However, this is a great way for all of us, including the deaf and blind, to get our fitness goals met. Please note that though a totally blind person can do fitness at all, we’re going to have to bear with the trainers. What I wish the thing would have done was to show my heart rate at other times too, but it was cool that voiceover read my heart rate metrics, all as shown on my watch. Another thing, my watch announced that my exercise ring was closed. Awesome, right?

Today is an all three rings got closed kind of day, but let’s be real. I want to make sure that my body loses that weight and gets stronger every day. Chicago would be absolutely proud to hear me sing that song, stronger Every Day. That’s my theme song, so my dad would say.

Anyway, tune in for more fitness journeys with me, the denver queen, here in the blog. There will be some good stuff happening.

Thank you for reading this and have a wonderful happy new year.

Beth

The 2020 rap up

Dear readers,

Let’s be clear: this year has been a real … as I said on FB, I said it was a cluster something. Some might call it a cluster fuck, a real conniving cluster fuck that ruined the futures of 300,000 people plus and their families. Let’s take a look though at some of the good and the bad that happened to me and this blog this year.

  1. In January, things started out okay. When February came, Trenton and I celebrated four years together. It seems like a billion years ago we were able to go to a restaurant and eat. A restaurant such as red Lobster or perhaps Olive Garden would have served you indoors, period. But see below for why not.
  2. I experienced a pandemic year for the first damn time. It was 102 years ago that the Spanish influenza pandemic swept the world. What have we learnt? Well, in 1918, there were little hope for vaccinations for the flu, let alone polio and diphtheria and other diseases. In 2020, we somehow come up with a vaccine that took years in the old days to come to at all. In 1918, kids dropped like flies if they were under 5 years of age. But in 2020, we now have the resources to fix things like childbed fever and the common cold for crying out loud. This year is the year of the Corona Virus. That’s no Chinese New Year’s joke either. While the Chinese have tried to wipe off the Tiananmen Square massacre from their Internet, they are also trying to wipe off the Ouigars who are Muslim from their list of identities. YOu are either a Han Chinese person or you’re not. It all starts in Wuhan, in Hubei Province in China where all this got started, and I have a message for the people who want to sell the wet meat there. Don’t. Now you see what can happen if you don’t clean and do hygiene on yourselves and your meat wares. Just don’t let the virus mess your lives up, and watch with microscopes next time, eh?
  3. This year we had canceled events everywhere, including conventions and concerts. The blind conventions went virtual. And online learning is a priority, even for those with disabilities. But disabled students suffer now.
  4. In March of this year, I received a death threat. Note that I’m using the names that popped up in a screenshot I shared in March of this year. Wes Derby and Bill Boules’ names are written all over this screenshot, and they claim that police accountability boards are a way to give criminals power, and to add insult to injury, Mr. D. decided to tell me that the guardianship was correct. First and foremost, guardianships are evil, plain and simple abuse, and furthermore, allow the person in question to be beat up, imprisoned, and perhaps killed for money and or behaviorism. and ableism. There is a lot of white supremacist ableists in the blind community itself, which makes me sad. Wes and Bill had to go from my life, and I did something I thought I’d never even do. I wrote them off my Skype list, and furthermore, I am no longer afraid to say it. Thet Karen who called me up threatening me to death will not be named because she didn’t leave me her name, but let this be a lesson to anyone who strikes at the heart of my advocacy work: don’t do it. Target me and your twitter or Facebook might just get blocked. Target me and you might find yourself out of a job, out of a life of your own. I’m sorry, sorry that you have alcohol use problems or epilepsy or anything else, or if your socks keep walking away from you, but you are not invincible, but frankly neither am I. I’m not perfect, but if you target someone trying to work her way up out of poverty, you’re off your roster, or as Tom Hanks’s Woody says in Toy Story, you’re out of your box.
  5. In May and June of this year, there was nothing more to do. Trenton and I decided to change our commitment ceremony plans for like the umpteenth time and we had to do what we had to. We canceled an event that could have taken place in June, and moved it all the way to November. We could have easily tried a day in March, but corona virus ruined our plans. I’ll write more about the commitment ceremony in a bit.
  6. I was frequently trolled on this blog over evidence that my ex Jason Owens is a stalker and possibly could have committed murder. Well, while the evidence is there that he’s a stalker, and I received multiple calls from other sources confirming his pattern of abusive behaviors, I do not know where anyone would say he committed murder. As an old friend once told me, you do the crime, you do the time. Jason should have done time for what he did to me, what he also did to several girls in my community, and I had multiple victims come forward with stories about him individually. I may be talking about these on my new season of The Throne Room with Beth Taurasi. Stay tuned.
  7. I started my podcast back up again, and Anchor has changed a lot. For one, Spotify owns it. For another, I like the trailer part of the podcast where I made what is supposed to be a great ear catching trailer about what my podcast is about. I’ll be changing the trailer for season III soon. The first two seasons were good, but I had a lot to talk about. School is important and I covered that, and I covered all the things that needed to be covered. Shootings of black males became the forefront of the year 2020, and I was no exception to reporting that Jacob Blake was shot and paralyzed. Why? Police brutality. This is something Mr. D. would advocate, but worse off, there are other blind people who are sweeping things under the rug. As I’ve said in prior items, there’s supremacy and bigotry in my own community, and it needs to quit.
  8. In September, I’m pretty sure I went to Chili’s and the doc says I might have gotten corona virus, but who knew. I had the following symptoms: swollen throat, cough, loss of voice for a bit, two weeks of this crap, stuffy nose, loss of smell and taste. Before you run into me and say the corona virus taught me not to mes with certain people, I’m gonna say this. I could have died. Do you wish death on me? No. I hope not. But dear readers, you really should evaluate what your priorities are, and think about who you want to wish blessings upon. I’m only here reporting what needs to be reported here in WordPress, and the truth is the truth. I shared the screenshot in March, stamped out the stalkers and I’m going to be honest: I’m going to fight psychos and trolls throughout my advocacy journey, so … just shut up and keep reading. I recovered from the corona like symptoms, but don’t know if I truly had it. I couldn’t eat and couldn’t drink for some time and had to lay down a lot. It just makes me ill thinking that I might have had this big bad virus, it might have been a super nasty cold. Either way, my voice sounded like crap compared to what it could have sounded like on my commitment ceremony. More on that later.
  9. In October, I met my minister, Jenny, from Jefferson Unitarian Church, through nothing more than a casual google search for a UU church that might support a commitment ceremony. Jenny was amazing, and she was the intern minister, and best of all, a female which I refuse to take a male at that time because the male would or could charge a hefty sum, require counseling we couldn’t do because of the patriarchal nonsense I don’t subscribe to, and then there’s the point of religious churches who say you have to be a member to get married by the ministers there. JUC was amazing in allowing me to borrow their minister so I could have a better experience, and best of all, JUC is led by the honorable Reverend Wendy Williams, who is amazing at her work, and I’ve seen the main crew doing their thing at services. I’m proud of JUC for also confronting white supremacy in the face, making it safer for those of color and brown folks alike and white folks too. JUC has shown they are committed to ending the white culture embedded within the UU church, and confronting unsafe cultural practices so that those with color or women or blind people can be welcomed. I hope this church shows that it is welcoming to people with disabilities, including offering transport and such. When the services went completely online, I was thrilled to finally access church even though churches have since the pre pandemic days been unwelcoming. What JUC has done is something no church would bother with, only most churches as I’ve said time and time again make charity projects out of the disabled. Now, Jenny had the opportunity to perform a private spiritual ceremony for me and Trenton, did I say I was gonna write about that?
  10. I was committed on November 7, 2020. No, not committed to a hospital, but a spiritual commitment to Trenton. I want to do a two parts to this one. While the ceremony was great and grand, Jenny did a really great job of gathering great readings together to make the ceremony authentic to us, not some closed religious sect. For one, I couldn’t think of any but Biblical readings since I had so many biblically minded men in my life, but we had a reading by a famous author and several prayers that were amazing. The chalice lighting was beautifully done with a water powered thing so that Jenny didn’t have to burn down the building. We joked about the fire alarms, but Jenny said, don’t worry about this. She brought her water powered chalice and we did the ceremony right then and there. Our supports person was there and did the ring bearing job, something that should have been the job of a young girl or boy. However, we were only allowed five people total including our household of two. Therefore, we had Jenny, the supports lady, and her friend who volunteered to do camera angling so I could catch this ceremony on live video on Facebook. Why not Zoom, you may ask. I’ll tell you in part 2 of this item. That is, see next item.
  11. While the commitment ceremony was so beautiful, I wanted it to be a safe space for all to congratulate and wish us well, no trolls allowed, no Bills or Weses and crazies who would say that “You have a sick wife in your hands.” Not that my old friend’s godmother in law wasn’t correct about his divorce and I did advise my old friend Michael to let his wife Amy go because she could not communicate, could not do the things needed for a wife to be. Well, if I had to, I had to tell the truth. I wanted to make sure that nobody shared the link to our ceremony to the wrong people, so I blocked the bad guys on Facebook, blocked them on Twitter, and made our ceremony a hybrid so that Jenny could light the chalice at our apartment and do the spiritual part of things properly. That and I wanted the guests to feel like they could be safe, and nobody would have to mute since I didn’t allow guests in that video. Above all, safety was the number one priority for the ceremony. I had one friend who doubted we’d stay together, doubted marriage altogether but we’re still going and that’s what’s right about the year. When we finished our ceremony, Trenton had a ring on his hand, I am currently wearing both my rings. I am typing this at my desk on the Mac, and I love the mac, but Trenton’s resolution is that he’s getting his self a Mac Mini. I hope that the Mac Mini won’t be so bad for either of us. For Trenton, it will be an M1 chip. So what? We played RS Games with my mac, his PC. But still, we have pics of the wedding still. I now made my minister’s favorite pic my wallpaper, watch face, and so much more. Anyway, the big bad thing about this ceremony was that I had to order the dress online, not enough showed up on the video, only 13 out of 23 interested bothered to show up, and most of those were Colorado locals. So we’re not going to invite more than three quarters of the blind community in Colorado because they didn’t bother to invite me. Not anywhere, but they did leave a bad mark and impression on me. I’m not saying every single person here is guilty, but there are people who can’t be part of my life because they committed vile acts against me I can’t deal with anymore.
  12. In december of this year, we celebrated not only our commitment last month, but we know that Joe Biden was elected President of the United States of America. Thank you to JUC’s people for taking me and Trenton out voting, and we stole a moment to pose for a picture with our voting stickers on. It was liberating to see the election results, on top of that our wedding/commitment ceremony was held the very same day. We had a bunch to celebrate.

Now, I want to talk about my New Year’s resolutions.

  1. First and foremost, I’m going to repair the damage that was done to me after the guardianship was held for fifteen years and about eleven months or so. It was discharged in December of this year, I’m reckoning.
  2. I will be losing weight, and doing fitness stuff. I want to try Apple Fitness Plus because yeah, the workouts are awesome, but I hope they work especially the high intensity trainings. I need those.
  3. I will also free Britney Spears singlehandedly if I must, so yeah.
  4. I will use the majority of my time advocating for all disabled adults to be free of damaging guardianships and bondage which can be compared to slavery. I’ll be around for the end of that practice, and I hope it becomes illegal by the end of this year coming up.
  5. No more corona virus, please, I want to get vaccinated.

Thank you all for reading this.

Happy new year.

Beth

Letter to the Racist Hackers who Threatened My Partner’s Life

Dear readers,

I know none of you readers here are responsible for the Denver Post’s twitter account being hacked, but let’s be clear on this. No newspaper or journalistic site deserves hacking, especially by racists. My partner’s black, and I won’t evacuate the city on january 1, as one tweet said. Do not use racial slurs when you tweet about this entry, by the way. I don’t tolerate racial slurs and epithets. You don’t know my wordpress passwords, I’m sure you readers know the rules. Please read the rules on my blog, and there are indeed two different rules pages I’ve created. I need to be frank though, the hackers should be prosecuted for hacking the Denver Post and posting all those racist things on the twitter account. The Denver Post’s editor in chief clearly said that the tweets don’t reflect the views of the post, but Trenton, my partner, and I do not ordinarily read the post unless it’s important. That’s the paper for Denver, but still, if you don’t live in Denver, this doesn’t apply. Hacking pranks aren’t nice. They’re pranks, and they can be scary and lead to prosecution. Here’s a run down of what I will never write here in this blog.

1. I will never write racially charged epithets or slurs against any group of people.

2. I will never support ableism.

3. I will not threaten a bomb on anyone as happened on the Post’s twitter account.

4. I will not bash a particular organization but only state facts.

5. I will never write something that could threaten someone’s very core of life, however if the person I’m writing about committed a crime, including my ex, Nathan Larson, and others, their names go here no matter who or what it is.

6. I will not write that a religion is a cult unless it has the three characteristics of a cult: rigid boundaries, a godlike charismatic leader (such as Jane Whaley), and a rigid chain of command. There you have it.

Please note that this blog is not a bad place for anyone, and I want to make every effort to make sure that whoever is responsible for hacking my friends and the Denver Post and or my blog or anyone else for racist purposes is prosecuted under the full extent of the law. Period end of topic.