journeying&journaling

TC Newell
5 min readOct 25, 2018

09SEP18:

There’s much love, gratitude, joy, and passion I feel when I’m writing on an early Sunday morning. The Dark Phantom and I are about to mix it up in a Fight-Dance inside the House of Mirrors. See, I keep a clean stove-top, and I know when the Dark Phantom has been in the kitchen because the stove-top doesn’t look like it did when I left it. I’d never leave a ring-worm of perpetuated burnt crust sticking around the back burner. And while eluding his moves, I’m going to teach him how to use a Brillo pad, even if there’s that blasted earpiece lodged in his ear.

I’ve got to learn to get on without the buzz. I don’t want to know the buzz anymore, but I do want to know what’s happening. I’m not going through the Thermostat War anymore. The Lord has made me warm&cozy. I no longer have to turn the thermostat up to 74. The Lord has given me the image of myself building a fire with less&less heart&desire, I don’t have to touch the thermostat.

Yeah, I’m tripping when you snicker&sneer because I know I’m doing something right, and I remember you looked at me briefly and I knew then you liked me, with my white hair and all. And when you came through the door of the first House-Boat Studio, you were showing off your third fist and now that Mad Hatter Fight is going to be in my head all night. The repeating&reiterating Latin M A R I O ! audio is the Fight-Dancing theme tonight.

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14SEP18:

Me:

Thank you for taking the garbage out, Jacob!

Jacob:

It wasn’t me. It was Roberto.

Me:

Oh, well it shoulda been you!

Where the hell did that come from? It came to me while I was making my coffee. And he responded

Jacob:

OK

Like he was going to take out the trash next week.

Me:

Welcome to America, where I was raised on the American Work Ethic. That means I had chores. Take the garbage out next week!

Jacob:

Yeah, you done?

Me:

Yeah, the Lord’s telling me to put a lid on it.

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16SEP18:

muthafuker became moth-a-flutter, take a trip beyond the skies!
rajeem loves the legs of panagiotios, and he has a nice pair of his own
his supra-heroic thighs are in my ears and in my eyes
what a joy to see over these past four years. . .

I became the theme; an image or two of me
shows the emerging author’s face
who says I have a leg-fetish?
I say

rajeem, the supra-hero with a mind behind that mask
gets to wear my referee jacket

yet, panagiotios gets to wear my ref jacket as well
because we’ve both got our creative energy out there —
to the Universe, now if we could only do it together
and if you look real closely, you could see a
younger, smoother side of him, circa 2014

it’s time for a generation 26 revival
panagiotios’ photo brings about this revival thing
his reflection in the mirror reminds me of
a cousin who could’ve been like me

oooh, no more creepy henrietta heron in drag
the last thing i told her was already written&published
and if she wants to know what i wrote about her
she’s gotta pay to play to find out

i’m a creative genius at work,
i’ve got the last say on this one
so now you’re past history
you’re old hat now.

You were old hat when I saw you the first time with your gaudy, over-stated eye-lashes. What a sham! No woman I ever knew had lashes like that! You were past history because you reminded me of some irritating drag queen a generation ago. Miss Thing in drag evolving into a TV or TG or any part of LGBTQ-rstuvwxyz. You’ve always been a phony gimmick to me — your DNA says you’re a guy, then you’re a guy, especially when you’re so selfish you couldn’t be anything but a guy whose mouth is moving while talking through his azzzz

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18SEP18:

The Re-Emerging of the Radical Pirate!

WOW! He’s the Radical Pirate with a leg or two on the competition. He had that Supra-Heroic power back at the first House-Boat Studio, and now Rad is back @ the New House-Boat Studio! He’s got a rough double-diamond voice now, but he had the pitch at one time of G-Ray. I’m looking towards somebody, like Gregory H to step up to the plate and bring it to the table and play G-Ray.

This will indeed be quite a Dr. Crop Production! He’s got the colors&tones all blended together in mosaic&double-exposure. He’s doing yet another production in MagicLand, and he adores me because I can’t stop watching him work.

WOW! The Radical Pirate is back! And G-Ray, his protege, too! This dynamic duo’s got the WOW! Factor. Their legs are strong&smoove, glistening with virgin olive oil. They’re both wearing the V-Shapes I’ve been fantasizing about for the SupraStyle Fashion. Rad is right here at the New House-Boat Studio with me. Look at that fantastic wood paneling! With Rad in the foreground. Or is he in the background? If so, then I’m the dude in the foreground.

Socks pulled up to just below his knees, donning those V-Shapes, Rad could emphasize the size of his thighs. I could still see Rad’s ghost back at the first House-Boat Studio.

Enough internalizing! Rad&G-Ray want to externalize — out on the beat of the street or on the steps of City Hall. I’m the Voyeur watching G-Ray, perhaps a minute too long, gazing at his mentor’s legs. But this time, my G-Ray’s behind a mask. This is my boi, right here, this is my G-Ray.

I can’t take my eyes off the Radical Pirate because he’s even a rougher cut than before. He knows all the Fight-Dance moves’n’grooves! That’s why he mentors G-Ray, for God’s sake!

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TC Newell

I've been writing since I was 16...I like to write things which can be performed in a Readers Theater Troupe...that's not too lofty goal to have, is it?