BEST FOOT FORWARD, my first SRS birthday and other stuff

all dressed for work, any color you want so long as its black

Canada Day (July 1st) was the first anniversary of my surgery. Despite predictions of rain Southern Ontario enjoyed a hot summer day.

It was made even better as I was able to pick up my daughters that morning and bring them back to my "home" where we had a early birthday celebration for my oldest.

My good friend Julie decorated the house with red and white bunting and did the cooking. Reese's peanut butter chocolate cake!

We all went on a hike along the Bruce trail to a hidden waterfall where we waded barefoot up a stream cooling our tired feet. 

Later we raced slot cars, watched a movie and had a water balloon fight. A wonderful and memorable day and yes I cried when they went home.

It is a weird time right now as I wait to hear about a career position in the city, things look positive but I have been disappointed too many times before.

My part time retail job keeps me hopping....well literally now as the other day I managed to drop a box containing two glass and steel Corvette T-roofs on my right foot. OMG the pain, the end of the box came open and the t roofs slid out (they are very very heavy). The next day I went to the hospital and an x-ray reveled that I had broken my big toe. It is hideous purple and swollen as I sit here type this post, and throbs like a.... well you get the idea.   

Lucky the roofs didn't guillotine all my toes off. No cast or boot, just rest and comfy shoes. I am back at work on Saturday and I am not sure what to tell them. I have a note from the doctor requesting desk work but I really have no choice but to be on my feet.  I am concerned I will be dismissed.

The above photo is pre accident. At work we have to wear black, good thing it is my favourite color (notice I spelled color sans the U in tribute to our American cousins....it is the glorious fourth after all). Dresses and bare legs are the exception as the AC in the store is so cold nylons and long sleeves are a better choice.

My Seville and Lincoln Mark IV in downtown Hamilton.     

Both sides of the 49th parallel are experiencing some tough times right now, it is hard to keep hope alive but sometimes it is all we have. My faith has been tested but America is still the shining city upon a hill, thanks for giving me all the things I love...

Hugs,

April

Grace

Against Me played in Toronto this week as part of World Pride and I was lucky to be there.

You all no doubt have heard of  Laura Jane Grace's transition and the band's new album.

She and the band put on a great show, though I prefer my punk more in the Ramones style.

The album Transgender Dysphoria Blues has some very powerful lyrics though I think a song from her earlier career called Pretty Girls is more poignant in retospect.

It is hard enough to transition in our own little spotlight. To do so in the glare of  the 21st century media boggles the mind.

That one of us can tell our story is something I am thankful for.

True Trans Soul Rebel (acoustic version)

Pretty Girls

 Hugs,

April

Bovine Sex Club, yes you read that right, no cows were harmed in the making of this post.

This year Toronto hosts World Pride, I had never been to any aspect of the pride celebration before. When I worked downtown in a previous life I would come into to work Monday morning the streets still strewn with multi-coloured confetti.

I don't really consider myself a member of the LGBTQ world but that is no excuse to join in the party.

I had a good job interview in the city the other day and was still high on the possibility of a new job in the marketing field. It was time for a little celebrating.....it is also almost a year since my surgery.

I met up with friends on Church Street for coffee then over to an alternative club called the Bovine Sex Club (calm down Cassidy)....as you can see from the photo it was really alternative....loved the white Maleficent in attendance.

The club had an open air patio on the roof where my friends and I met some amazing cis and trans girls from across the province and even from the States.

I was a little worried about my rather short dress alerting people that I was not always female.  Then again it is pretty hard to pass amongst gay guys and other trans men and women in attendance.

On leaving the club we stumbled across this cool 1963 Cadillac convertible.....wish I could add it to my fleet.

Here are the Dollyrots with a mash up of the Doo Run Run and I Wanna Be Sedated

 

I haven't posted a photo in some time, so here you go, I wouldn't want you to think that I have suffered a disfiguring accident.

Picture is from my friend Genni's pub which now seems to feature a TARDIS....

as Inspector Space Time would say, it is not a question of where this photo was taken but when...(totally geeky Community reference sorry).

So what else have I been doing besides messing up the space/time continuum. Working, looking for a better job, restoring my Stutz Blackhawk (subject of a future post). On Sunday I traveled to my father's to pick up my Lincoln Mark IV that had been in storage since December. I had sprayed all the chrome with a light rust proofing oil to prevent corrosion. Although the car was under a cover the oil had attracted and killed a few million midges (tiny flies that are found by Lake Ontario). The chrome wheels were black with them!

After tanking up with some dino juice the next stop was a high pressure car wash.....no flies on me...
Today I had her in for an alignment and much needed replacement of the pitman arm, which was causing the steering to be very vague. Rather worrying when piloting a five thousand pound car around a highway on ramp at speed.
 

Hugs,

April

Recovering from an "All Niter"....no not what you think

I had another more serious post planned but after pulling an all niter drafting a marketing analysis for a company I hope to land a job with I am pretty much all out of words and any semblance of coherence.

When I was in banking I used to spit out industry and marketing analysis documents like a vending machine. This particular assignment was especially challenging as it was for a market that didn't yet exist and required much original research. Big thanks to Cass over at Cassidy's Quest for the early morning edit!

A little side note I am not getting paid for this work (I do write professionally also) and that chafes a little but in today's buyers market employers have the upper hand. I guess I am saying I am happy for the opportunity but resent the amount of time I had to put into this project.

I am not working at my other job today so I may drag myself to the garage and spend some quality time on my Stutz Blackhawk restoration project.


I do love early sixties French pop, here is France Gall's first big hit, I read she was rather embarrassed by the success of this 'silly" song but you cant help but smile when listening: 
 

And here she is again from 1968

 

Speaking of the late sixties did you catch the most recent episode of Mad Men ("Waterloo" season 7/episode 7), no spoiler alerts just amazing writing and acting against the backdrop of the first moon landing.

Here is a picture of Don behind the wheel of a 64 Imperial to push all the right buttons (double entendre as Chrysler products had push transmissions)

Hugs,

April

Reverend Frost, get your spaghetti western, horror rockabilly fix right here. And yes I am still aliveish...

Sorry I have been quiet since my Archer post. Work, children, cars, driving back and forth between Burlington and Hamilton nearly everyday.

To tell the truth I have been feeling very exhausted (even beyond the supernatural powers of the blessed coffee bean), some friends even pointed it out, so made an appointment with my doctor. Better safe than sorry.

I am not too concerned more likely the effects of insomnia and a busy life.

Not working today, so looking and feeling like a extra from a George Romero movie I have stumbled to my Victorian era coal fired PC to write you all a short missive.

For a number of years now I have been a fan of the Gallic genius Rev. Tom Frost. Coming to you from, in his words, the South of Hell France, he has thanks to the interwebs been spreading the gospel of weird western, horror movie themed rockabilly,  through imaginative sound effect laden pod casts and his own brand of  singing and playing. 

Don't be afraid to click the links, come join us....there is always room for one more....

His amazing archive of downloadable mixes:  http://reverendfrost.blogspot.ca/

Find info and his music here:   http://www.revtomfrost.com/

Hugs,

April

Zone of Danger?

Having an obsession with obscure pop from the fifties through the late seventies means I find the modern day sorely lacking in the design and entertainment realm not to mention politics and the high price of fossil fuels.

I know I am a little late to the party but I wanted to sing the praises of adult spy cartoon Archer. The series now in its fifth season concerns the eponymous named secret agent who works for a a quasi government agency called ISIS.

His mothers is the head of the agency, Lana Kane (get it) fellow agent and ex girl friend, Dr Krieger head of the applied research  department and possible clone of Hitler (go read Boys from Brazil). Cheryl, the crazy secretary and sometimes country singing star, OMG I could go on and on.

Just go watch it and try not to pee yourself laughing. I should warn you it is rather rude but well that is part of its charm.


I really dig the retro vibe of the show which is set in some sort of alternate reality where vintage and modern 20th century technology exist. The computers are early eighties, the cars are from the fifties through the seventies, the cold war and Soviet Union are still a going concern but we also have cell phones, GPS and many contemporary references.

A universe I would certainly feel right at home in, wonder if ISIS is hiring?

Hugs,

April