Accidental Siri Conversation – Hey Sweetie

November 16 2024

I was out for a walk, with my earbuds in, listening to music. I passed by a neighbors cute lil dog, and said, “Hey sweetie.” Siri answered something like, “Yes, dear.” Made me laugh out loud. 🤣 Then I told Siri that although I’d love to meet a sweet girl who is into me, and I, into her; I didn’t think it would work out between us as she doesn’t have hands I can hold, nor a body I can snuggle. She had no reply. Shortest relationship ever! 💋😂🤪😂💋

Ultrasound to Locate Veins – Cool

November 15 2024

It’s a vein! What a blessing that they can use an ultrasound to find veins! No more traumatic experiences for Lillian. Three hours later and we were successfully outta there! Fingers and toes crossed that this CT with contrast gives us answers to the stomach and lower abdomen pain. 🙌🙌🙌

Monday Night Poetry – Pretty Damn Amazing

November 9 2024

Love me some Monday Night Poetry. The feeling of writing from your heart, then sharing your writings on a stage, receiving love and encouragement from the audience … that feeling. It’s pretty damn amazing. 🖤🔥🖤

What the Hell – Death of Democracy

November 1 2024

It’s a multi day process, ending with sending those precious and powerful votes by starlight. 💙💙💙 Not fucking going back.💙💙💙

November 8 2024

Co-sign. 100% … I love you, my child.

My own thoughts via a poem dropping tomorrow. If you don’t want to see it in your feed, you may want to unfollow or unfriend now. 🖤✊🖤

“There’s a lot that can and has been said about all that has occurred in the past 24 hours. I could write a poem, share a quote, or do what everyone else is doing, but I’d like to take a moment to speak about the people I know who will be particularly affected by this. If you voted for Trump, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you do not care about a single one of these people.

I have a new professional friend in Russia. With the fact that Ukraine will no longer be supported in its fight against Russia, the chance that this war will continue into a brutal finality, and they will be recruited, has only increased. This is only in addition to a possible path to changes in the country to improve their life being closed.

I have been mentoring a younger teen who recently fell in love with another guy. I have to look at them and try to help them while knowing that they will be in a climate of spite, hate, and despicable activities for another four years. All because they are not part of the majority. They will attend high school with those who feel emboldened to treat them like shit because of this.
I have to think about one of my friend’s partners, who is trans and has been struggling to not hurt herself this entire day. I can advise her logically about DIY HRT, or any number of things, but that doesn’t change that America proudly stated they want her erased. Dead. Never to have existed. The only emotional appeal I can make is about those who still love them, and those who will try to protect them.

I have to go to class with my colleagues and fellow students who I heard cry about the fact that because they were born with a uterus, or because they were born with more melanin, or because they were born asexual, they were somehow seen as “less than” by so many of the people around them. So many best friends, and partners, erased because others did not see them as human at a fundamental level.

My family, both blood and found, is full of queer people, including myself. We have never shied from that identity. But now, we are being told that we should be ashamed, and removed from the public eye. It seems like some of y’all wish it was the 80s again when you could ignore a plague ravaging the gay community. Well, a new plague is here. And I’ll be damned if I associate with anyone who would ignore it.

If you’re going to leave some snarky jackass comment, or really post any bullshit at all, I do not care who you are or how close you thought you were to me. I do not want to be associated with you. Period. I’ll fuck with you, obviously, and then block you. That is all. Much love to those of you who treat your fellow humans like they deserve.” – Thomas Darnell

My rage thoughts:

This is not a simple disagreement
Over what one person likes and one person dislikes
This is not about policy differences
I’ve had friends and acquaintances all my voting life with different policy views
I am a grown ass woman, having voted for over 3 decades now
Therefore, I have had my candidate of choice lose at times
I take the loss with my fellow citizens and we move on

This is different ….

Most of the folks who voted for trump
Won’t say this out loud
But it’s because they feel whiteness is under threat
Out loud they will say it’s about the economy
And this is the message they push
To get some to vote against their own self interest

How do I know this? Why do I believe this?
Some of you may not know that I am a former conservative republican
I was a card carrying NRA member and hard core rush limbaugh fan
Disgusts me to even write those words
It breaks my heart to think back to how entitled and judgmental I was
Unlike those who left the party because of trump
I left before that
It began in 2007 after I fled my 10 year marriage
I withdrew from all forms of media
It took years

It was a slow process
But I finally shed the layers of bullshit
I had bought into
And wore as my own
I KNOW what is said and discussed when they are in private
I know because, unfortunately, I was there
It was not easy to remove the nastiness
I had to unlearn what I thought to be the truth
I not only had to unlearn thoughts
I had to unlearn beliefs that were hidden in my subconscious
Anyone raised in a subtle culture of prejudice, racism, and sexism
Who later in life realized this
Understands what I’m talking about
If you have not confronted these subconscious beliefs
You have no idea what I’m talking about

Throughout history
Plenty of “normal” people have voted for very bad men

If you are truly and honestly confused by this post
Carve out some time, step out of the conservative trump bubble
And educate yourself about what I and many others are sharing
(Don’t ask me to explain. The information is out there, you just have to leave your comfort zone.)

Sometimes I evade my audience
This is not one of those times

~red~

check your privilege
check your empathy
human rights are not politics

death by suicide
73 million people
have assisted in a first step towards the unaliving of democracy
people with the idea that giving rights to others
somehow takes away their rights

they who live in fear of having to share of Earth’s bounty with humans who are different from them
they who make themselves feel better by “othering” their fellow humans
those with closed hearts
those with no empathy
those who drink the hate to
fuel the flames of the fear
those who eat the stereotypes
to satisfy the hunger of White privilege and power
satiating that Christian privilege and othering

for those who don’t assimilate and conform
they are okay with us being targeted
they don’t want to have to see or be around others who are different
they feel threatened by this

somehow they have outnumbered us
grown stronger by the steady diet of propaganda, hate and division
fed to them
like newborn nestlings
mouths wide open, waiting for the next delivery
the
lies
racism
sexism
bigotry
lies
homophobia
transphobia
ableism
misogyny
lies
classism
greedily devoured
easily swallowed
sinking into the hearts
marinating, softening
regurgitated as biblical verse
spewing from their mouths as scorching lava
causing the fear
the hate
the divide
to grow
burning Mother Earth as the divide grows larger
a vortex devouring any chance of seeing eye to eye

they’ve told us all they care about is money
it’s about the economy
by telling me that, they tell me they do not care about me
my children,
the marginalized in our society
having to pay a little less for food gas
is more important to them
than treating human beings as they deserve to be treated

i bear the load of my family’s survival under a trump administration
for we are all marginalized
i walk into this dystopian nightmare
eyes wide open
with my friends and chosen family

bigotry was never gonna go out without a fight
i stand by to get scrappy as hell
i’m ready to be a fucking thorn in the side of tyrants

being vulgar is the name of their game
they dehumanize and other those of us who are different to make themselves feel better
they justify their greed
they screw over the Ukrainians
they jeopardize our relationship with our allies, with NATO
they ignore there is a genocide happening
they are so concerned about losing a small piece of their pie
they are okay with having a convicted felon, ableist, bully, selfish, narcissistic, entitled, sexual predator, racist, sexist, xenophobic, bigoted, ignorant, pussy grabbing, disgusting man as president
a man who stands in front of his frothing fans
making fun of the marginalized
making fun of people like my daughter
degrading comments about people
like my daughter
making fun of people like my daughter
telling lie after lie after lie
he, and they, disgust me

i will not go gently into the night

Actual conversation I had with a trump voter Thursday night: (this was not a stranger or someone I barely know. this is a person I have known since I was born – my dad)

Him: Kamala doesn’t even claim her race. He said racist, sexist stuff about Kamala. Said he couldn’t stand that cackling she did, said she couldn’t form a sentence or speak coherently. And erroneous information about her parents.

Me: That’s racist and sexist. Plus, trump is the one who cannot form a damn sentence and just talks nonsense, in between saying racist, sexist, ableist shit.

Him: Said that if people learned economics and how the economy works they would have voted for trump.

Me: You think 70 million people don’t know how the fucking economy works? I told him we know how the damn economy works, but we have empathy, and care about humans more than money.

Me: Being very loud and sweary.

Him: Just calm down.

(That’s invalidating and sexist, by the way.)

Him: I love trump because he’s such a good business man.

Me: What the actual fuck? Guy had all his money given to him, has filed bankruptcy 9 times, and has most of his business ventures have gone belly up.

Him: Says he supports the rounding up of illegal immigrants. Says he paid the money for his wife to be here legally.

Me: First, that’s privileged and classist. And by the way, stephen miller says they are going to go after the legal immigrants after rounding up illegal immigrants.

Him: Who is stephen miller?

Me: Holy shit!

Him: The Haitian immigrants are eating the cats and dogs. And immigrants are murdering people.

Me: The Republican governor, the mayor, and the police department said on multiple occasions that was not happening. It was false. Immigrants are not murdering people. There have been maybe TWO cases where that has happened.

Him: Kamala was going to take away and ban ALL the guns.

Me: That’s not true. Only the guns that are being used for mass shootings in schools. Do you not care about these kids?

Him: They would just use knives instead of the guns.

Me: How many people can you mass kill with knives as opposed to rapid fire guns?

Him:

Him: Abortion should be left up to each state

Me: That’s not working. Women who have miscarriages are dying because they cannot get proper care due to the abortion bans

Him: They should just keep their legs closed and use birth control

Me: {My brain actually exploded}

Him: Just go calm down and write your poem

Me: I will not calm down, but I will write my poem

Dia De Los Muertos Poetry – Her Hands

November 3 2024

Dia De Los Muertos: A Day of the Dead Celebration

My first time joining in the Day of the Dead Celebrations. 💀💀💀 This was such an imaginative and creative idea of having a mixture of live art stations, music, and poets performing periodically.

Thank you to Marleta for involving me. I shared a poem I wrote in honor of my grandma Downs titled, “her hands” and a poem titled, “i go”. The absolute best part. I got to see my amazing child share two poems also. First time they’ve shared at a public event. I’m so damn proud!! Go G!! 🖤🖤🖤 Thank you @atriscomusic for including me and my kid, and for such a great event!

Poetry: Neurospicy Frame of Mind

Neurospicy Frame of Mind
Prompt: Paint of picture of your mind

The sky during the Spring 2024 eclipse, left side of photo is the sun with orbs and a dark blue sky, the middle of the photo is clouds and rainbow colors, the right hand side is darker colored clouds 

Spring 2024 Eclipse by Camilla Paige

Lost in confusion
High on joy
Laser focused on topics
Attaching to a problem until the solution is reached

My mind my emotional torturer
- my emotional rescuer
My mind my personal bully
- my personal protector
My mind my bright creator
- my dull detractor

Hard to let things go
My mind a ferris wheel
With malfunctioning controls, unable to stop
Round and round the thoughts go
With each rotation
digging deeper into the soft grooves of my brain

As a scrub jay caches seeds and acorns
Stashing little piles throughout their territory
My mind collects details
Items most people don’t notice
My brain operating unconsciously
Stashing the details into
Tiny, color coordinated file folders
Within tiny, color coordinated filing cabinets
With tiny, color coordinated keys to lock them away
I, oblivious until the details have escaped my lips

A miniature Sherlock Holmes
The size of a microscopic mite
Lives in the folds of my brain
With a minuscule magnifying glass
Wearing a small deerstalker cap
Smoking a teensy cherrywood pipe
Collecting clues
Discovering details
Seemingly useless information
I think maybe some of it is

Springing to my consciousness exactly when I need it
The miniature Sherlock Holmes
Living in the folds of my brain
Works her magic as fast as light travels

Then there’s the slow, peaceful section of my mind
A miniature panda bear mesmerized by the simplest things
Clouds in the sky
Water dancing along the window
Snow flakes falling
Easily distracted
Wonder what that is
How does this work
What’s that noise
Let’s research this

My mind is happiest, is sharpest
When everything goes as planned
When I prepare in advance
Know the route
Know the process
Know the time commitment
I’m in the zone
Fully immersed in a feeling of energized focus
Full involvement and enjoyment in the process

My mind falls apart if things don’t go as planned
If someone doesn’t know the process
If things don’t go as I thought they would
My mind becomes chaotic, hard to focus
My face warm with anxiety
The anxiety creeping throughout my body
A thick fog settles along the bumps of my brain

When I need to remember
My mind repeats it over and over
I’m in the grocery store
Yogurt
Bread
Cheese
My mind repeats these three
Yogurt
Bread
Cheese
I’m driving home
Yogurt
Bread
Cheese
Unintentionally continuing to repeat these three
Consciously telling myself, you can release those now
It’s pretty wild stuff

My mind likes to categorize
I thrive when everything is in its place

My mind likes order
Everything facing the same way
The towels lined perfectly
The blinds even
The windows open to the same level

My mind likes piles
Piles of paperwork - to do
Piles of paperwork - to file
Piles of paperwork - to review
Piles of paperwork - to shred

This poem repeats content
My mind repeats content
This poem is out of order
My mind is out of order
This poem is a work in progress
I am a work in progress

Welcome to my mind
Where ADHD, OCD, and Anxiety live
Where feral Gen X memories live
Where healed trauma lives
Where my pisces spirit lives
You may need a nap now, or a drink
I know
I get it

Colorful, creative mind -
You are a rainbow spectrum
of countless amazing aspects
I love you!
©CamillaDowns, 2024



This prompt is from my local Monday Night Poetry group. You can find me there every Monday, listening and sharing spoken word poetry.


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What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up

October 29 2024

Today I had a classmate tell me she wants to be me when she grows up. This keeps happening. I do not hold back sharing my opinion, and it’s usually laced with lots of swear words. This afternoon Lillian and I had a meeting with SRC (Sierra Regional Center). I got a wee bit frustrated with irrelevant questions, and said so. I said something like, “Well, this is just fucking ridiculous.” Now, she knew I wasn’t directing it towards her because of the context of our conversation. She stopped and said, “You just made my day, really.” (I am respectful when the occasion calls for it, I’m not a fool!)

So I guess the moral of the story is to be authentic and tell folks what you think, or something like that.

It’s actually the weirdest feeling at times. I’ll be about to say or write something, and the very young people pleasing Camilla will whisper, Oh, don’t say that. I’ll be like, nah, girl, we done with that shit. It’s taken every nerve, every butterfly in my belly, and every ounce of strength to get where I am, and I’m not going back!

It’s awesome how many folks appreciate it, too. And the one’s who don’t … well, that ain’t got shit to do with me. Must get to bed now. Meetings and Linguistics class tomorrow, and work, and the C18 Halloween Dance Party!!