THAT GAY RODEO...(Bun fya Sizzla!)

I love gay men for I  generally find them to be the nicest, kindest and most considerate men around and most importantly they tend yo be great cooks.

I am talking about real gay men though, not the ACDC's who jump from pillar to post and have brought aids into female circles. Those I have no use for.

So when I heard they were having a gay rodeo at Jefferson fairgrounds in Colorado, you know who had to go.  (Evangelical christians, eat your hearts out!)

 I expected to see a lot of this, but didn't!!

Actually I have never seen a real rodeo, so even if it was not promoted as one being put on by the gay rodeo association, I would probably have gone, since it was just at Golden, only about 15 miles out of town.

Of course I had expected to see the men exotically decked out,  most likely in women outfit. Well I was disappointed, for apart from two who I saw dressed as women and the one above,  all others were in cowboy outfits. And while it was promoted as a gay event, the vast majority of people I saw there were male gay couples, about 95%, with only a small number of lesbian couples. My daughter thought we could pass as a lesbian couple with me being the sugar momma and she the boopsie. lol. (We did see one or two who appeared to be such!)

The odd couples there were of course the heterosexual ones and they were only a few and an even smaller number of families.

When Michele asked one of the attendants if it was ok to leave her daughter's stroller at the bottom of the stairs, he laughed and said it was safe as gay couples don't have children. (He seems to forget that some do adopt kids.)

Looking around at the couples there destroyed some of my myths, for I always thought that one of the male partners would always look effeminate, but I saw a profusion of male couples where they both looked like he men (an absolute waste) but that really got my imagination running to hell.

There were not too many black people there (Colorado is only 4% black anyway) and of the 42 members of the organising committee who were introduced, only one was a blak man and he actually did some riding in the precision event.  However, I saw a black man with locks coming in with his white partner and wondered what Sizzla would have sung ( or DJ'd ) if he saw that. lol.

I was curious as to why they were having a gay rodeo instead of the gay people entering the regular rodeo and although I asked three persons who appeared to be part of the organisation, none could give me an answer. (I subsequently learnt that at a regular rodeo, one is required to stay on the raging bull for a minimum of 8 minutes. Obviously from what I saw, these men would not qualify hence they started their own!) Anyway, this was the 30th time the gay rodeo association was holding and event and this time they were joined by persons from the Canadian and Mexican associations.

 I found it all curious since if it was not promoted as a gay event, no one would have known, for they operated like all the other rodeos I have seen on television. I guess I had expected them to at least be in wigs and dresses, riding a kicking bull, but no such luck. The only difference I saw was that none stayed on very long on the raging bull...no more that about 2 seconds at the most. 

 Who am I  to judge anyway,  since my experience with rodeos s watching Chuck Connors in Walker Texas Ranger and you know, since it's television,  he stays on the back of the raging bull forever!


It was quite a pleasant and interesting day although I did take umbrage to the fact that because I had no identification, I was told I could not visit the bar tent. I would have been on top of the world if the age requirement was 50 and over, but because it was 21, I thought it totally ridiculous. I can only assume that they must have concluded that we were not gay and did not want us to go into the liquor tent after the show to observe their shenanigans while under the influence !

No Berka for Me.

Every now and then when I listen or read the news, I say to myself, thank God I was born in Jamaica.

This is in reaction to hearing about the trials and tribulations some women have to live with because of culture, religion etc.  However, rarely do I reflect on how men feel about some situations, but then,  why should I, after all, I ain't no man!

Anyway the other day I was at the pool with my daughter and granddaughter when Michele pointed out a family in the pool to me.

There were two small kids who meshed in beautifully with every one else, but guess what, not only did the mom have on a Berka, but she was fully clad to from head to foot...... long sleeves and all.

Well I have often seen Arab women on the streets dressed like that but had never considered that they had to go into swimming pools fully clad.

I also learnt that not only cant they expose flesh, but no hair either, so the Berka was tied at the back around the hair so then even when she went underwater, no hair showed. She looked quite happy while there I was  feeling sorry for her. I guess when you are born in a culture and live that way all my your life, it just comes naturally.

That's when I started to think like man at home in Jamaica,  for many men there, go to the beach and pools just to feast their eyes on flesh. 

We laughed as we discussed what Jamaican men would do if a similar dress code applied to women at home.

But it couldn't really because for Jamaican women it would be death before dishonour!

Actually, recently I read where a woman, somewhere in Canada, went to court to go topless, because no one bothers men when they do  that, so she claimed discrimination.

Actually, when I reincarnate, if that is not the law in the place where I am born, I will be going to court  too, to file a similar suit!

You see I already have many plans for my next life all sorted out. lol.

A Lovely Reunion

I dont think aunt Bell will ever forget her 85th birthday on Wednesday 4th July 2012.

Some time ago, talking to my daughter Michele, we decided we were going to stop only seeing family when they got sick or in the coffin. So we would start with aunt Bell in Canada, who was our oldest living relative on my side.

I actually thought she would be 90 years old in 2012 since my late mother would have been 100 this year and I could have sworn aunt Bell was 10 year her juniour .
Anyway, she disabused me quickly.

The plan was for me to travel up to Ontario from Jamaica and Michele and family from Denver and  we would all surprise her for her birthday. One problem was that aunt Bell never stays home as Canada is very old people friendly and for the same price, the bus company sends special vehicles for the elderly. So we had to figure out how to find her at home on her birthday.

Knowing how she just loves mangoes, I called her from Jamaica to say a friend was coming to Canada and I would be sending mangoes for her birthday  I wanted to know when she would be at home on the 4th. She asked me the name of the friend and we arranged for 11am.

On the 4th we got Donnie to call her to tell her he had brought up the mangoes and would be coming over. He arranged to meet at her independent living retirement home at 12 noon.

When we arrived we saw her on the patio waiting but we were about 15 minutes late. While Michele and Devin got out the baby, I went ahead to surprise her but by then she had gone back upstairs.

Madelyn at Red Lobster

Luckily there was another old lady in the lobby and she let me in through the security door and I called aunt Bell's apartment...twice, only voice mail. Apparently she got in just after I left a message saying I was downstairs and not expecting me, she did not even recognise my voice.

 When she got out of the elevator downstairs you could see the absolute shock on her face when she saw me and although she speaks to Madelyn daily, she never met either her or her daddy Devin. So she thought the other people in the lobby were visitors to other residents until Michele greeted her.

 He surprise was overwhelming and I told her that she should pinch herself as we were really there and she was not dreaming.

 When we went upstairs, we discovered that our chatty mouth family, Michelle, my daughter in law  and Bernie, my brother, nearly gave away the surprise. for Michelle had called her to wish her happy birthday in the morning and asked her if we were there yet and Bernie had also called and asked if she had gotten the mangoes yet!

Anyway as she had no idea we were coming, she did not connect the dots and was really overwhelmed to see us.

We then asked her where she wanted to go to lunch and she said Red Lobster. At the restaurant, when they heard it was her birthday, they brought her ice cream with one single candle in it and staff and manager sang happy birthday.

Coincidentally, the manager is from Barbados and we had a long chat. He is also Rhianna's cousin and says she has gotten very snotty since she has become famous and just the week before, another cousin got married and she sent a text message and did not attend. Anyway, he said,  her mom was there he said and apologized for her.

Aunt Bell at Red Lobster

It was a wonderful day all around and one aunt Bell will never forget as long as she lives....and I hope she lives for many many more years.

Niagara Falls.....Again

Although this was my fourth visit to Niagara Falls, Canada, I did not remember it being so absolutely fabulous. Well actually my third visit was to the American side which is far smaller and the park not half as fabulous.

Terrible thing about that trip is that it was before I got a digital camera. I had taken my grandson Shadrach there from Manhattan and would you believe the roll of film I bought there was old so not one picture came out!!!!! I could have had a heart attack.

The first time I went there I was only 14 years old and had gone on vacation with my parents and really don't remember that much about it. The second time was  when I used to live in Canada , many many years ago and again I dont remember much about that trip.

Anyway this time it was with my other gran, Madelyn. She is just one year old and had come over with her parentsas we are all going to surprise Aunt Bell, my last surviving aunt who is 85 years old today 4th July.

It was her dad, Devin's idea that we go to Niagara Falls as he had never been there and it was a great idea. So along with Donna and her kids , we headed out and it was only about an hour and half drive from where we were staying with Diana.



Incidentally, Diana has one of the most beautiful gardens I have ever seen outside of a publicly funded botanical garden. She is quite a workaholic,  not only putting in many hours  gardening but also personally doing major construction work on her home and the results are fabulous.

It was really great hanging out with my favourite granddaughter  and the rest of the family and as I said before, Niagara falls is really fabulous...... really one of the great wonders of the world.

As we had the kids, we never got to go on the Maid of the Mist boat behind the falls this trip but  Shadrach and I had done it the last time. However we did go down 135 feet under the falls and view them all from behind and it was absolutely awesome as the force and quantity of water that you see up close is really beyond imagination.


The kids had a wonderful time not only running up and down but eating and going through all the toys in te3h shops. And we grown up also had a great time.


Niagara falls is worth a visit every time.


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That Colour Problem.

I don't know when the Jamaica Labour Party (JLP) chose the colour green as its party's colour, but it is certainly causing nightmares for the Peoples National Party, its opponent and the  party which now forms government in Jamaica. (It won the election in December 2012.)

You see the dominant colour in the Jamaican flag is green! 

This silly colour problem seeped into the public sphere when the mayor of Montego Bay, Jamaica's second  city, was being sworn in. For that was when some PNP cultists who were in charge of decorating the venue had such a serious problem with the dominant green in the flag, that they changed the backdrop, for they used the flag design, but put only the black and yellow!

Of course this caused a furor nationally and internationally and the foolish and lame excuse from the PNP Mayor did not help, since he claimed that they could not find any green material in Montego Bay, so that is why the backdrop was only in yellow and black!

As part two of our colour problem has emerged, it now surrounds the official song  to celebrate Jamaica's 50th anniversary as an independent nation.

Up to December 2011, the JLP had formed the government and they had started to put in place arrangements for a big bash in 2012 to celebrate the 50th. Among the plans left behind was an official song entitled 'Find the Flag" (in your heart and wave it.)

The  serious controversy was created when the new PNP government paid twice as much as it should have cost, to have another "official"song, "On a Mission" done.

 I had wondered what it was all about until I saw the music video for Fly the Flag, for there is an over-abundance of green in the video as hundreds of  flags are being waved.

This is what the poor PNP cannot deal with once again. It is also clear that they are on a mission to highlight yellow. You see, that is the official colour of the present Prime Minister Portia Simpson Miller. For while the official PNP party colour is Orange, when Portia defended her leadership twice, all her paraphernalia was yellow and that  tends to be the dominant colour for them these days.

So when  you see the On a Mission print ads these days, the colour that blinds you is yellow! Poor idiots.

You know we have such petty politicians and their antics are really boring.

But when they seek to bring our important 50th Anniversary celebrations into disrepute over the stupid colour controversy, it is really moves from boring to pathetic. 

What have we done to deserve such idiots as our leaders?

But isn't the bible that says we get the leaders we deserve? I guess it means, we Jamaicans are really a bunch of idiots.

The Jamaican flag.

The Fabulous Cinchona gardens

Chincona Gardens has not changed that much but what has changed, is the road from Mavis Bank to get there. For that has deteriorated badly since the last time we traversed it. Its a shame, for the scenery along that route is so breathtaking.

Those were the thoughts that crowded my head as 19 of us from Fun and thrills Adventure club wended way slowly up through the dangerous circuit of break aways and potholes on our way to St.Peter’s from where we would hike to Cinchona.

I had been to Cinchona many years before but via Westphalia and Halls Delight and this way via Clydesdale seemed steeper to me but just as scenic as the vast colourful mountains loomed protectively around us all the way while the lush green flora and fresh cool mountain air took all tiredness that thought of creeping in, away. So despite the steepness, the two and half hour trek was not all that tiring

At Cinchona itself we had snacks and messed around, taking in the beauty of the trees from eucalyptus to cinchona trees (from which quinine was made to treat malaria in the olden days)and the colourful ferns, lilies cannas etc . We also explored  the two Bamboo walks  with  their velvety moss floor.

As we hung around,  we saw a lone white man hiking towards us. As usual, Charles in his hospitable style, started to question him and we soon discovered that he was from Montreal and this was the twelfth country he was travelling around by all means possible. He had come up from Mavis bank on the back of a bike for $500 and hiked to Cinchona. This was after hiking up to the Blue Mountain Peak the day before. We offered him water and food and soon he was one of us, gratefully accepting the offer of a ride back to Kingston.

On the way back, we stopped at a small stream and waterfall just above Clydesdayle but only after my freezing toe told my brain to resist any effort to put any more of my body into that icebox. 

I retreated but Charles, Howie, Thomas the Canadian guy Jeff and Lisa were not as timid however and all seemed to have a whale of a time.

On our return to St. Peters wer were grateful that Charles had had the foresight to order red peas soup, one with fish base and the other with chicken, for the weary hikers.

We headed back around 3pm but took instead the route via Silver Hill, and Section to Newcastle, a far less treacherous corridor than via the Content, Mount Lebanon side. 

It had been a really fabulous day interspersed by discussions on every subject but mainly homosexuality, while the photographers, professional and point and shooters, had a field day.

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The Politics of Cultiusm

The ridiculous practice whereby new Jamaican governments,  for selfish, cultist reasons, discontinue work  in progress by a previous government, just cannot continue beyond this our 50th year of independence, for it is just too expensive for  it is just too expensive for this bankrupt nation.

As I drove through east rural St. Andrew, the reality once again struck as one saw the proliferation of dangerous break away after breakaway and the myriad of potholes on some of the narrowest and  most dangerous corridors in the country. Yet every couple miles there  were the JDIP signs outlining the retaining walls and other remedial works which had been started over a year ago but which were stopped by this new government.

Yes we all want to know how the JDIP funds were spent and where applicable, we want to see some people go to jail if they stole or misappropriated those funds which the next generation has to pay back. But surely stopping critical rehabilitation of the infrastructure is totally unnecessary, especially in a country where the most basic audits take forever. 

What we have to consider too is the fact that when you stop work such as this, to start it back becomes extremely expensive as all sorts of additional damage is done in the interim which has to be corrected.

The spiteful practice of stopping work started by a  previous administration, has been holding back Jamaica for decades and if we start the next fifty years of our failed independence with such decadent policies, the deterioration in the country will only escalate.

And on another matter, I hope young Damion Crawford  (th Member of Parliament) has plans to open back Chestervale Youth camp to give badly needed training, especially to those of your youth at risk. For this fully furnished facility was closed from the early 2000’s or late 1900’s and is racking up millions of dollars in security costs while young people perish.