Shaved Legs and All: LGBT Pogrom

Dreaming of Days Gone - By Mizeta Moon 

The TV is down to three channels now. One offers 24-7 bible studies and guest preachers. One is a constant barrage of fake news and indoctrination. The one that pretends to be entertaining is hardly that. Where once I had hundreds of options by pressing a button, now I’m lucky if there’s batteries available for my remote. I stood on a circle today like an obedient servant, but there still wasn’t any coffee. How I miss a good cup of Joe. 

I hated being forced into social isolation. I wanted to walk through a real store and shop. I didn’t want to live virtually without contact and emotional support from friends. It seems that everything we used to enjoy has been deemed sinful and un-American. I wanted to picnic in the park. I wanted to swim with my kids. All such activities were curtailed. Evidently, having fun was a really big no-no. Toiling incessantly for the elite was the only goal a plebe should, and could pursue. Private enterprise was discouraged at first, then quashed for corporate health. 

My big question is WHY? The planet can provide sustenance for every inhabitant. The sun can power us for eons. Incessant wind can be our friend. Is our problem a matter of unequal and unfair distribution of resources? Greedy bastards with a hundred cars when mine hardly stayed on the road. But, constantly fixing it didn’t matter once the roadblocks went up and you couldn’t travel outside a prescribed area that conveniently had services to provide for all your needs. Only, there seems to be a forever shortage of everything. 

I guess I’ll just have to sit here and take the abuse. Protestors are shot, or taken away and tortured. I’m old, so they’d love to get rid of me. Programming the young is easy. Getting old dogs to accept new masters is difficult, so they’d rather bury us in mass graves than allow us to contaminate the world with free thinking. My books got burned because they were filled with emotions. Good, bad, indifferent. Peaks and valleys, twists and turns. Now, we are flat-lined. Living in accordance or facing erasure. 

A woman ahead of me in line today smelled good. Was perfume available and I missed the opportunity to buy some? I guess I should lower my expectations. After all, without the guidance of our leaders there would be nothing at all. That’s what they tell me anyway. But I remember buying black lacy panties instead of stiff white ones. I remember the silky feel of nylons on my skin. I remember shades of lipstick and hundreds of products that fell by the wayside. I remember having a choice. That’s what I miss most of all. Deciding what’s best for me instead of being told what I can have, and do. 

Am I wrong for seeking to remain an individual? Not being a face in a herd? Aspiring to my own dreams instead of being channeled into limited opportunity?  I don’t remember giving anyone permission to thwart my ascendance. Regardless how I feel, who cares? Is there an end to this madness? Do I have to live another hundred years to see a return to reason?      I hope all of you are staying safe and thriving. Love Mizeta

Understanding History - By Mizeta Moon 

People who’ve never taken an interest in history don’t see the pattern. America is about to have its first true encounter with authoritarianism. Lack of freedom. Restricted movement. Denial of goods and services. No free enterprise. Soldiers in the streets. While it’s true we’ve survived wartime rationing, the great depression where thousands starved and died, we have yet to face the wanton disregard of our elected officials for our health, welfare, and safety. Other nations that have existed for thousands of years have been enslaved many times, and have fought valiantly for their freedom, only to lose it again through negligence. Our country is young, spoiled by success, and has no idea how badly its citizens are being played. Driven into stockades and pitted against each other through propaganda. 

Every dictatorship follows a time-worn formula. So far, wholesale slaughter of dissidents hasn’t occurred, but kidnapping protestors and silencing science and intelligence have. We are being force-fed an agenda that is leading to compliance with social isolation and a virtual world that can be constantly manipulated to make us believe that we believe in the lie. Thinking for yourself will not be allowed. Mindless entertainment will flood the airwaves. We will be told that our leaders are wonderful people who love and cherish us while they plunder the coffers and wallow in excess. Meanwhile, commodities will disappear. Small businesses will perish. Art will become disloyal and unfashionable. Throughout history there has been suppression of free will, leading to mindless obedience. Lack of education is the greatest tool of an exploitive regime. Ignorant and hungry people will work their fingers to the bone to survive while their masters sneer at their efforts and tread on them like paving stones. Only when the burden of servitude becomes intolerable do the masses revolt and lop off the head of their exploiter, only to find that they were only a figurehead representing a conspiracy to keep all power and economic opportunity within a small circle of what could be deemed The Chosen by an absentee God. 

I could recite a list of murderers who’ve practiced genocide on their own people, but their names don’t matter. Their journey to supremacy follows the same path. A megalomaniac who can be convinced they are the supreme being on the planet but are actually controlled by those whose purse strings they cling to. Because of their desire to rule, they can be incited to commit horrible acts of cruelty and injustice because they are without conscience. Their self-serving ego allows them to believe in their invulnerability as long as praise and servitude are heaped upon them. When toppled, it is because their drunken misuse of power made them reckless and unaware of the quiet distancing of their supporters. Others thinking they want some of the loot and glory. 

We’ve raped and despoiled the land. Murdered and exploited indigenous peoples to establish an arrogant society based on prejudice and greed instead of husbandry for all living things. Our comeuppance has arrived. While we descend into chaos other societies will continue to flourish due to learning from their mistakes. We’re like a toddler who doesn’t know that sticking a fork in the light socket is unwise. Someday, we may understand that cooperation is required for humanity to survive the volatile nature of the planet we live on. That should we disappear, the monuments we’ve erected will turn to dust or become overgrown. At the moment, there’s no escaping the onslaught from those in charge of our survival as they purge the herd to create more for themselves. Hopefully, we can survive their indoctrination and exploitation to create a society based on mutual respect and admiration. 

As always, I offer you a piece of my heart to experience the love it feels for you. I am you. You are me. Together we are greater than the sum of our parts. Mizeta 

         

Demilitarize - By Mizeta Moon 

Demilitarize, don’t defund 

I grew up in west Texas where cops would kick your ass for running a stop sign, going two miles over the limit, or skipping school. Whining about it only got you more punishment. Judges were considered paragons of virtue and sinners were incarcerated until they repented or died. No mercy was shown by teachers at school and being whipped by a length of  rubber garden hose across the back of your thighs was supposed to instill fear in you and make you a better person. None of their fearmongering and beatings cured me. By the time I was twelve the state of Texas deemed me incorrigible. Incapable of rehabilitation and unworthy of being a productive member of polite society. 

In high school, I was considered the local sissy and an open target for ridicule and continuous beat downs. I quickly learned that being different was not only unacceptable, but subject to dire consequence. Due to the mindset of the people around me, I became a fugitive seeking escape from the world I lived in. Only when I reached adulthood, was I capable of roaming free without the restrictions of bible thumpers, prigs and moralists. Leaving Texas behind was the beginning of a life without constraint. 

For a moment, Haight Ashbury offered the freedom I sought, but the incessant hunger and needs of the revelers soon crushed the idea of a utopian society. Exploiters exploited the weak and naïve. Parasites latched onto those willing to dedicate their souls to a more enlightened society and give without discrimination. Drug addicts and rapists soon populated streets previously relegated to free concerts and love. Even the free box of unwanted clothing became a toilet for those uncaring of sharing with others. In the end, cops prevailed and a brief moment of enlightenment was ground to dust beneath the wheels of indifference. Those who stayed peddled souvenirs of an idea whose time had passed to tourists. 

Decades unwound and the world showed momentary sparks of enlightened brilliance, but the savage nature of man constantly resisted change. I found myself transitioning to an entirely different persona but felt hemmed in by those same moralists who sought to make me be like them or be exterminated. Even with my embedded dislike and disrespect for authority, I realized that without law enforcement the world descends into chaos and thuggery. Nothing is sacred and only those willing to sacrifice the dreams and hopes of others survive. Cops are necessary to maintain some degree of civility in a species that preys on itself. 

These days, I understand the plight of those who’ve suffered the slings and arrows of human interaction. I sympathize with their pain but want to remind them that life on this planet has never been easy or kind. What happiness we find can easily be crushed by outside forces. Now that our country has descended into a state of misinformation, illogical hatred, and factional separation, we run the risk of eliminating our species from an evolving biosphere that will leave us to petrify without the slightest concern while other organisms flourish and gain dominance. 

Recent legislation has given hope of eventual equality to the LGBTQ community but it doesn’t stop haters from hating. It doesn’t disarm those willing to kill them goddamn queers. We need protection from law enforcement or we’ll be hunted down like animals and slaughtered. Defunding and punishing police forces without clear evidence of malfeasance and disregard for their rights as citizens will lead to a state of mind where no one wants to be a cop anymore. That will allow the thugs of this world to dominate and ruin the lives of every-day people. However, demilitarizing police forces is essential to stop the beatings, racial profiling etc. When they show up to a protest in full riot gear and ready to fight, it is inevitable that someone will start one. We seem to have lost the art of negotiation and debate. 

I consider it a sad state of affairs when our elected officials are only concerned with their own needs and have abandoned the pursuit of liberty and justice for all. We voted for them because they promised to serve us and enhance our quality of life, but in that respect they’ve failed badly. Once their lips are attached to the public tit, they suck till it’s dry and leave us to suffer in squalor. Even though I recognize the heroism and good intentions of the majority of them, I still fear cops because they’ve become tools of those who wish me harm. Most of us and them have no idea what we’re fighting about but blindly follow orders. 

Power has been granted to those seeking to abuse it rather than enlisting those intelligent enough to discern the difference between outright thuggery and disdain, loitering without intent, or simple stupidity. Laws need to change. People need to change. Our very existence is on the line. We possess the weapons to destroy our culture but also hold the tools to fine-tune it into a spectacular machine churning out abundance for all. I don’t care if some guy has more cars than he can drive and a trophy wife that will milk him for millions in the divorce. I just don’t want him legislating me into a corner where my broken-down old van and I no longer have the right to use the road. Quit using cops to kill us. I beg you to grant me this simple request. I believe and understand that they are humans with feelings about family and friends, just like me. Does it always have to be an us or them scenario? I’d love to share the world with you. You might not like me wearing a dress but I might think you look crappy in those jeans. I’m not going to say a word about it or shoot you for dressing the way you like. Love forever, Mizeta.          

The Great Die Off - By Mizeta Moon 

I was homeless for years. Slept on the sidewalk, ate from the garbage, cashed in cans to pay for showers, and to wash the few clothes and bedding I owned. This was not by choice but circumstance as I was injured from working seven days a week to survive in SoCal and could barely lift my arms. No agency cared. No one had room for me on their couch or money to feed me. During that time, I traveled alone and refused to become one of the lost. When I stood in line for a free meal I said please and thank you and avoided becoming buddies with those who were there by choice. I was assaulted several times for being a stuck-up snob who didn’t belong to the community of parasites. I kept myself clean, never begged for spare change and avoided criminal behavior. You could often find me sitting in the sun reading a book gleaned from someone’s recycling bin. While waiting for my body to heal I never surrendered my dignity. 

As soon as I was able to resume working, I did so and applied myself diligently to every given task. I pulled myself up by my own bootstraps and a series of fortunate encounters with people who saw my struggle and cared. When the age for retirement arrived, I fell short of the threshold for Social Security benefits and continued working until I’d paid in enough of my earnings to qualify for a meager stipend. These days that check barely pays my rent so I’ve been forced to rely on the Food Stamps program to put food in my mouth. Yes, I could work, but would be penalized for doing so. The greatest advantage I’ve gained by being dirt poor is free access to health care. Without it, my aging process would be an exercise in suffering and pain. 

Now that this administration seeks to disassemble Social Security, deny universal health care, and roll back food programs for the elderly, I and millions of others are being scheduled for the great die off. Evicted from our homes, unable to access medication, and unlike myself, lacking skills to weather life’s storms, the streets will be littered with corpses of people who toiled for years to earn their late life comfort. 

These days patriotism is equated with military service where one goes and kills for their country. What if true patriotism is standing firm at one’s job despite all obstacles? Caring enough to go without sleep to restore power so babies don’t die from freezing temperatures and many other heroic acts. What if the true patriots paid into a system that is now being pillaged by uncaring robber barons who sneer at cries for equality? We’ve been manipulated to bare our fangs to anyone unlike us while our rights and freedoms are stripped away. If asked, most people couldn’t give a good reason for hating others. Their litany has been injected by outside forces and defies logic. 

I probably won’t survive the streets this time due to my need for medications and age but will give it my best effort. No act of tyranny will silence my defiant howl nor break my spirit. Should I die in the gutter, my will to live shall remain unbroken. Meanwhile, I hope for a return to sanity and some semblance of humanism but am prepared to face the fact of an uncaring society. As always, I wish you peace and prosperity. Mizeta        

 

Not Interested - By Mizeta Moon 

I refuse to kneel to any invisible god when those who represent them preach suffering, pain, prejudice and xenophobia. 

I will not worship greed, nor money. 

Instead, I will follow my heart and tread my own path into the unknown. 

I refute anyone’s right to rule my actions and feelings when their orders require blind obedience. 

I choose to see the wonder of it all with my own eyes rather than be led as if blind. 

To have a society requires cooperation, but for me the laws must be just and apply to all. I refuse to cooperate when branded unworthy of freedom and equality by anyone desirous of enslaving my mind. There will always be different viewpoints and philosophies, yin and yang, but I never ignore the merge point where extremes come together and create harmony and balance. A center where the greatest variety can exist. Practical rules and guidelines can be applied there despite constant pressure from extremism. 

Never ask me to enlist in the armies of hatred. My soul is geared to love. 

Never ask me to kill someone for you who’s done me no harm. I can only imagine the pain of loved ones from their loss. Never expect me to quit caring about casualties of incessant war as I question the desire to profit from misery. 

Flaying skin from bone because we are different will never be my agenda. If it’s yours, I can only hope to remain beyond reach. I was born into this world. How can anyone say I don’t belong?    

Pertinent Questions - By Mizeta Moon 

To say these are both interesting and perilous times would be an understatement, so I won’t waste time before stating the obvious. We’re under permanent arrest. Everywhere you go from now on there’ll be a sign directing you how to behave in that environment. Entering some of them will be so strenuous they’ll border on paranoiac frenzy and test your willingness to comply. Others will be more inviting, but whoever controls them will still be watching you like a hawk. Our appliances spy on us already, so inviting more monitoring devices into our homes only strengthens outside control of our lives. Every interaction we have with a debit or credit card is recorded, thus we’re signed, sealed and delivered. Big Brother is perched on every shoulder because we surrendered our right to privacy a long time ago in order to belong and make a living. Fortunately, most of us are so unimportant that our transactions and movements simply become part of the mega-database. Our lives are only strenuously examined if we become someone of note. 

Here are some of the questions floating in the air around me. Can you survive having the water to your house turned off? The human body requires hydration, so have you stashed any water? Is there a river or stream nearby? Do you have the means to purify water you glean if that’s even possible? What if there’s no electricity for months? Are you prepared for darkness and our rulers forcing us into deprivation? Can you get by without your medications? What if your kid gets sick and insurance won’t pay? What if the pharmacy won’t accept the cash you hoarded? Now that meat processing plants are closed, should you be growing vegetables? Will you have to live on the street when the landlord kicks you to the curb? What if the car runs out of gas and there is none? Are you strong enough to walk to work? What will you do if there is no work? Doubt surrounding despair and uncertainty, leading to utter confusion. Who really knows what’s going on anymore? Can we get to the root of one issue before being embroiled in another? 

Purposeful obfuscation has been the nature of our current administration from its onset. A group of people set out to rob an entire population of its wealth and freedom–not only plundering its savings, but compromising homes, livelihoods, and dignity. From my point of view, they’ve achieved their goal. We now stand in line to face shortages and further regulation, then become grateful for being given meager portions. Movement is strictly regulated. Are checkpoints and roadblocks next? 

Instead of worrying and losing sleep, I take small steps to ensure myself the greatest possibility of survival and focus on being happy and healthy. I’ll roll with whatever punches come my way. The big question for me is how long it will be until it becomes illegal to post my thoughts and stories. One of the steps every dictatorship takes is to silence intellectuals (not that I am one) and any creative endeavor that doesn’t meet the new standards. Feeding the populace flavorless pablum gradually erases their ability to think for themselves. 

Facebook already decides who of our friends can view our content. Recently, a woman I know asked, “Why have hundreds of friends if you can only interact with the same twenty over and over?” This form of censorship will eventually expand to our use of all electronic communication. Dialing the number of a friend, you might get a message that their phone is no longer in service or have undeliverable email because the filters found unacceptable verbiage. By keeping us in our homes and segregated, we won’t know that the person’s devices are fully functional unless we make the effort to go see them in person. 

Meanwhile, I’ll keep working and hoping that I don’t get arrested for being a social rebel whose rights are constantly under attack by evangelicals, assorted bigots, and our government. On a sunny day I can work in the yard, tend my beautiful flowers, and wear a pretty spring dress to the store. It would be nice if I had enough face masks to go with each different outfit, but, oh well, maybe I can learn to sew. Last week, a beautiful friend ordered me some new shoes for my birthday and I hope to wear them the first day the bar opens, along with the wig I’ve never unwrapped. Until then, as long as the liquor store stays open and my ice machine keeps working, I can party on. 

Wherever you are, I hope you’re taking the high road, not floundering and contemplating suicide. Bailing out and reducing the population allows those seeking to dissect and imprison our society to achieve their goals. Only by staying strong and doing everything you can to survive will we ultimately undermine this menace and make these people a bad memory. I’m not nostalgic when it comes to music, but I am a veteran of the hippie era and remember the poignant compelling lyrics that came from that period of protest. When our youth finally decide to quit being insolent underachievers, there will be another upheaval against the status quo. I may not be around to see it, but I know it will come. Every monster holding a population in slavery eventually succumbs to the ravages of time , and seeds we sow today become the flowers of tomorrow. I love you my friends and wish you well. Mizeta.

Seizing Opportunity - Mizeta Moon 

I accepted the reality of Big Brother decades ago, so I’ve never allowed watching the puppet show to distract me from thinking about the puppeteer. From my lowly social position, I’ve never been privy to who actually calls the shots but understand that our elected officials work for them, not us. The salaries aren’t the major consideration in running for office–it’s the perks. The money spent financing a campaign is an investment in hope of future returns. While it’s true there are altruists in the world of politics, few of them make a big impact on our society. Most campaign money comes from people who believe in a candidate’s ideas or those with an agenda they expect to be realized by the elected. Recent events have shown how little consideration most elected officials have for the people they supposedly serve. Even while drafting legislation based on humanism, they insert other agendas into it that are designed to control our morals, freedoms, behavior and movements. Using the current crisis as an excuse to rescind certain constitutional guarantees will solidify the goal of turning this country into a theocracy where women’s right to control their reproductive health will disappear along with same sex marriage and any aberration from religion-based law. 

Personally, I’m glad I don’t believe that Jesus will save people from an invisible enemy. It keeps me from being delusional. Good safety and health precautions will dictate who lives or dies. Science, not faith will prevail. Meanwhile, church is cancelled, (lack of faith in Jesus’s healing power?) pastors are dying, and instead of begging God to intervene, medical professionals are the front line against the current boogey man. The little people are stepping up and shouldering the load while the puppet show drones on and on about how hard they’re working to save our world. The fact that many of them dumped their stocks instead of pledging money to food banks, the Red Cross and local charities is testament to their selfishness. It’s heartening that the few officials who really care are making their voices heard and doing all they can to rally support, but the power blockade in Washington thwarts the majority of their efforts. Maybe some of the bible thumpers who want to control our sex lives will get sick and discover why they should have supported disaster preparedness for everyone instead. It saddens me to think that only the death of someone they love might point out what the rest of us endure on a daily basis, but maybe their hearts are so hardened by avarice they’ll never embrace empathy and simply cut their losses and buy a new yacht. 

Though it’s true we’ve had our activities curtailed for good reason, it’s become a lesson in how a totalitarian regime works. Once this crisis passes another will follow and freedom will never be completely restored. Culling the herd and indoctrinating the young are only part of creating a caste system wherein the elite benefit from the labor of millions whose lives are meaningless. The greatest part of this process is mind control. Instilling the belief that we deserve our fate and that it has always, will always and should be this way. If we cannot change and grow, then what exactly is the point? Forcing women to continuously gestate cannon fodder or hands to push the wheel? Filling the world with more starving orphans? Killing each other so the war machine makes more money for the rich? 

I’m among the vulnerable by being a senior citizen with respiratory issues but hope to survive by using common sense. If I don’t, I leave behind a lifetime of work that could be considered incendiary and subject to deletion since my mind is unwilling to be controlled by the desires and beliefs of others. Whatever happens I will face each day with a smile and love for my fellow man. I don’t like a lot of them, but I don’t like rutabagas either. That doesn’t mean I would ever ask a farmer to not grow them. I, like Dylan Thomas, will not go gentle into that good night. Mizeta

Political Clout - By Mizeta Moon 

While it’s disheartening to see more and more anti LGBTQ legislation being enacted across the country, it’s equally disheartening to see people sit idly by and allow themselves to be marginalized. I don’t understand why the community I consider my comrades in arms allows their own prejudices to keep them from becoming a massive voting bloc that can prevent such hatred from becoming the law of the land. “We’re lesbians so we’re not interested in gay boys.” Hello! We’re all in the same boat that’s being pounded by religion-based artillery. “You’re hetero even though you dress like a girl so you’re not part of the gay agenda.” Hello again! Anyone not conforming to the WASP agenda is considered expendable. If we all voted for someone who’s openly not of the accepted persuasion (even if all of their plans didn’t please us), we would win hands down. If everyone in America came out of the closet at once we would be the majority. I’m not talking about just the sexual closet. I’m talking about people who care about others and are afraid to lose social status by speaking their minds. I’m talking about standing up to outdated thinking that’s retarding human evolution. I’m talking about free will instead of ideologic enslavement. 

LGBTQ rights are being stripped away because this generation doesn’t respect or understand how much pain and suffering went into the few freedoms we gained over the years. There was a time I could have gone to jail for wearing a dress. Two men or women kissing in public led to ostracism. Are we going to allow that stigma to be reattached to our existence? Are we so self-centered that we’ll ignore each other until it’s too late? Once laws go on the books, they’re hard to erase. Those with an agenda to eradicate the LGBTQ community rely on complacency and lack of solidarity to further their goals and embed religious dogma into legislation. 

It amazes me that women can support misogyny and vote for rapists, abusers and chauvinists while their rights are being stripped away. It amazes me that any member of the LGBTQ community can support candidates who promote racism or sexism and oppose same sex marriage and child adoption. What’s happened? Have we truly become a nation of sheep unwilling to declare ourselves different? Do we no longer take pride in our individuality? I don’t speak for anyone other than myself but I’m happy to let my freak flag fly proudly and prominently in the face of all derision. My dog dropped out of the race due to lack of support but I’ll gladly support anyone who represents the possibility of shedding this shroud of confinement we’re being forced to wear. It would be easy to use the excuse that one vote doesn’t count. While that might be true, millions of votes backing open-minded people whose souls haven’t been sold will and do make a difference. 

Hitler executed hundreds of thousands of homosexuals and the citizenry waved flags and cheered. Please help stop this cycle of madness. I may be hetero, but I dress like a girl, am a girl in my heart and have no plans to be gay. If you keep holding that against me then we’ll never stand united against the onslaught of conformity. I don’t want to be bland. Do you?   Love Mizeta

Shaved Legs and All - By Mizeta Moon 

LGBT Pogrom

By Mizeta Moon

 

I volunteered to be the first one executed because I didn’t want to watch my brethren die. Witnessing their frailty be surrendered to the brutality of hate was a sight I couldn’t face. Blood sickens me. Possibly watching rivers of it flow and being helpless to stop it pummeled my sensibilities. 

Armed warriors came for us at night and herded us into vans that carried us blindfolded to unknown destinations. Chains bit into our skin. Our cries for aid and sympathy fell on deaf ears. We’d been targeted for extinction by a zealous xenophobic society that considered itself more worthy of existence than us. Though we considered ourselves harmless and them misinformed, we became their victims as hatred overwhelmed reason. 

As we starved in filthy facilities, we learned that people were being accosted on the street, swelling our numbers and making conditions worse. We were appalled that family members would sentence parents, offspring, or siblings to agony beyond imagination. At first, I wondered why they didn’t kill us right away, but soon realized mass execution required a totally brainwashed populace and strenuously managed release of information. There were still a few people with a heart left in the world. They were the only thing standing between us and wholesale slaughter. Debate raged in the country while more of us were crammed together, making it easy to dispose of us all at once, but in the end, sympathy waned and they prolonged the torture. In lines, we shuffle towards our doom, bound by suffering more than chains. 

The killing fields are composed of sand that absorbs our blood and will never know our names. I wasn’t the first one chosen. Now my tears flow while my heart breaks and I await my turn to die. My empty stomach churns with anger while my mind questions why. 

A pat on the shoulder as you pass a friend. A hug when it’s needed. Maybe that’s all it takes to make the world a better place. Love, Mizeta.