Hellooooooooooo New Jersey!!!!!………..

My internet at home has been extremely bipolar lately and dropping out for days at a time, I’m up to my eyeballs with craziness, and I’m supposed to be on a plane in 4 hours… so this will be short and sweet.

This Saturday (November 14th) is the opening of “Tragically Delicious: the bittersweet art of Kristen Ferrell and Angie Mason” at the Parlor Gallery in Asbury Park, NJ.

8125_140747570123_720695123_3090228_1122521_nParlor Gallery

707 Cookman Ave

Asbury Park, NJ  07712

The opening reception is from 7pm- 11pm- and YES, I will be there!  And if I’m flying across the entire country to be there, you can be there too… right? (if you live in the area, that is.  I don’t expect any of you to hop a plane to come to the show!  I’m not THAT demanding!).

Above is an example of Angie Mason’s work if you’re new to her world. And here are a couple of my new pieces that will be exhibited for the first time….

art 005_low_resart 009_low_resI hope to see all your bright shining faces there!!!

Off to finish packing, and hopping that plane!  Can one of you out there take care of that pesky rain that is falling all over the place out there before I arrive?  Please?  I appreciate it.

XOXOXOXOOXOXXOOXXO

Raising a godless child in a bible-thumping culture….

If you took 3 steps into anything I have posted online, you’ll know I have no god (and I’m not going to capitalize the word “god” throughout any of this.  It’s not to offend- it’s just that I since I don’t see god as a ‘being’, I don’t feel the need to use the word as if it’s a name).  I will admit that I have truckloads of religious baggage (guilt, shame, and threats of eternal hell and damnation for natural human behavior and feelings will do that to a person).  It took YEARS to reclaim my soul from the Christians, and I’m pretty fucking psyched to have it back.  And I’m working through the religious baggage, piece by piece, and eventually that will be gone to.  But until it is, I’ve got a bit of a knee-jerk hatred for Bible Thumpers (I WILL capitalize “Bible Thumpers” throughout this, because they ARE actual beings, and that is their name).  Bible Thumpers make me really really fucking mad.

Now, I’d like to explain something before I get into the main topic for this little soapbox rant.  I have NOTHING against religion.  I have NOTHING against Christian beliefs.  In this sick, jaded, and overwhelming life, if someone can find something that gives them safety an hope- I’m all for it.  I don’t care if it’s Buddha, or Jesus, or the Virgin Mary, or Satan, or Captain Crunch… it’s all fine by me.  I’m 100% behind safety and hope, and I’ll pull out my old cheerleading uniform and do leg-kicks and backflips all day long for that safety and hope.  What I have NO FUCKING PATIENCE for is religious pressure, judgment, and intolerance.  And that is what a solid 95% of the Christians that I’ve encountered are all about.  I was raised in the church- and when I say “in the church”, I mean I was in the choir, and went to bible camp, and did the “Young Life” youth group ickyness (and to this day, sing-alongs give me the fucking creepin’ willies), and I lived in a full-blown WACKADOO Southern Baptist group home for 2 years in the middle of the woods in Missouri… so I’ve known shit-tons of Christians.  They were my peers, teachers, family, family friends, counselors, doctors, etc etc etc.  And that 95% of the Christians that were filled with religious pressure and judgement (which is what made them hateful and intolerant of anyone that wasn’t Christian) grossed me the fuck out.  I’m in NO WAY saying that ALL Christians are like this… because parents are Christian and they are amazing.  My neighbors are extremely religious and they’re some of my favorite people.  I have friends who are devoutly Christian, and they’ve never once judged me.  But those are the Christians who act like Jesus- and not like Christians.  Do you get the difference?  95% of the Christians don’t.  And they’re the ones I’m talking about here.  They suck so many balls it’s ridiculous.

So, with that being explained, I happily have no god.  Both Sully’s dad and stepdad think there’s a slight possibility that there might be something bigger than us- but neither of them give a shit about what it might be.  And since there is no god “in our hearts”, it would be a monumental life-fraud to raise Sully with any sort of religion.  What I did do was teach him about ALL religions.  I then told him that no matter what his family believes, if he finds a religion that makes him feel safe and gives him hope, we are 100% behind him.  But I did tell him that he had to wait until he was at least 18 to really dedicate his life to any specific religion, because it is one of the biggest decisions that a person could make.  For a while when he was 5 he said he wanted to worship Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon when he grew up (he was going through a Greek Mythology phase).  But aside from that, he’s had no personal interest in any spiritual path.  And because he’s such a mini-Spock, he thinks that bible stories are hilarious because they’re so illogical.  Instead of having a god to teach Sully right from wrong, we use his logic, reasoning, and The Golden Rule.  We have raised him to never judge others on anything but their actions (and if they’re acting mean, take a look at why they’re acting that way, and try to help if you can).  We’re devoted to empathy, tolerance, understanding, and love.  And because of this, Sully is polite to the point of annoying, has a heart so big that even at age 11 he still tears up when he sees someone else is hurting, and tries to be a friend to everyone (even the kids that don’t like him).  Doesn’t sound like a damned child to me… but the Christian kids at his school see differently.

HERE is where my rant comes in.  HERE is where I say “Fuck you, ‘god’, and fuck your people”.  Because “god’s” people are fucking with my kid… and mama lion is PISSED.  We live in Huntington Beach, California.  To those of you who aren’t familiar with Orange County- it is VERY conservative here.  Mormons, zealots, and right-wing evangelicals are the main population (if you want the liberal Californians, you’ll have to go about 40 minutes into Hollywood… you’ll find them there).  Since it’s so very evangelical-Christian here, Sully is going to school with the Christian’s spawn.  And this year, the Christian’s spawn have decided to make Sully’s atheism their business.

Sully has been taught to not talk religion to people besides us because it is a very personal thing.  He used to be really bad about this- but the past couple years has gotten really amazing at respectfully staying away from religious debates and conversations that may cause trouble or hurt feelings.  I’ve felt this was really important in order to teach him respect and tolerance of other people’s beliefs.  But this year at school, it’s gotten around that he’s an atheist, and kids have been confronting him more and more about it.  The final straw was today in his gym class, he was cornered by 3 boys who were demanding that he talk to him about god, and telling him that he’s going to hell.  Sully politely told them that he doesn’t believe in hell, and that his religious beliefs were none of their business.  They started to get intimidating and threatening, and Sully dodged them and went straight to the gym coach and said that he was being “degraded for his religious beliefs” (Sully’s exact words… he’s pretty awesome).  The coach thanked Sully for handling it so maturely, and swept the other boys into his office.  But nothing else was done.

Here’s where I get pissed.  If this was 3 Christian kids vs a Jewish kid, or a Muslim kid, or a Hindu kid- there would be serious repercussions because these are accepted as valid belief structures.  But because it’s an atheist kid… no big deal.  It’s just a “boys will be boys” situation when Christian kids gang up, threaten and mock another kids beliefs because those beliefs don’t have an imaginary friend tied to it.  And what’s really ironic is that even though I’ve done everything to try to teach Sully to be accepting of ALL people’s beliefs and ways of life… the people that he’s growing to despise are Christians because they are the ones who mock, terrorize, and humiliate him BECAUSE of their beliefs.  I try to tell him “Grandma and Grandpa don’t act that way, and they’re Christian!  What about our neighbors- they’re fantastic and they’re Christian!  Not all of them are mean like that.  You can’t hate an entire group of people because of the actions of a few”…. but he only knows what his daily experiences have taught him.  And his daily experiences are teaching him the Ways of the Bible Thumpers are sick and wrong.  And I’m finding it harder and harder to put on a sympathetic smile and continue to teach tolerance when his belief structure is being belittled and mocked.  What I really want to tell him to do is beat the shit out of them with  the complete printed works of  Darwin, and then jump up and down and scream “SATAN HAS DEFEATED YOU AND I NOW OWN YOUR SOUL!!!!” just to scare the stupid little fuckers.  But that won’t do any good.  We ARE going to get him into karate so that if these kids decide to corner him again, and try to throw a punch, he can- in self defense-  beat the Holy shit out of them (pun very much intended).

What I want to know is how much tolerance do I teach him?  If he was just getting picked on because him and these kids didn’t get along- that would be one thing.  But this is because the God Squad doesn’t like that Sully isn’t on their team, and their using mafia-like intimidation to try to get at him because of it.  How do I keep explaining to him to not hate the Christians when all they show him is hate because they are Christians?

I think that Jesus would tell Sully to beat these stupid kids to a pulp.  Jesus seemed like a pretty ok guy for his time… his followers, on the other hand, are making me want to sacrifice their young.

 

 

Flip-flopping bad times…..

Q: What do you do when you find a person in a bathtub having a seizure?

A: Throw in your dirty laundry.

Yeah…. I just typed that.  It made me laugh alot.  And I have the right to tell seizure jokes all day long because I have seizures.  It’s one of those “in the club” things…. like if you’re gay, you can throw the word “fag” around all you want. But in reality, if you’re around me you don’t have to follow “club rules”.   You can tell all the seizure jokes you want… and they’ll probably make me laugh alot as well.  Ya wanna hear another joke?  Well…. alright…..

Q: What’s the ultimate doom for a leper?

A: An epileptic fit.

Picture it in your head, then go ahead and laugh.  I give you permission.  I thought it was hilarious.

I had a seizure Saturday night… and it was a bad one.  And it was double bad because it was in public.  I can laugh about them, and make fun of them, and I lovingly accept all nicknames such as “Flip-flopper”, “Twitcher”, etc.  But when they happen- THEY SUCK.  And when they happen in public, no matter how much I can laugh about them in my coherent states… it’s mortifying.

Saturday night was one of the rare occasions where I got to actually leave the house for social purposes, and Brad and I went to watch some bands.  My body gives me about 30 seconds to a minute warning before I have a seizure… but usually I don’t consciously think “Hey, I feel like I’m going to have a seizure!  I’d better warn someone!”.  It’s a much more “primal” reaction (for lack of a better term).  You know how when a cat is going to die, it’s instinct is to go off by themselves, even though they don’t know what’s wrong or what “death” is?  It’s kindof like that.  I always have the thought “I don’t feel well”… and then my brain screams “RUN!!!!”.  I instinctually try to get outside, or to a bathroom by myself, or just somewhere where there aren’t people.  There isn’t logic in this- it’s like my body just DOES it.  So at the club on Saturday, we’re up by the stage (and of course it’s the farthest spot from the front door), I feel the weirdness hit my body and I tell Brad, “I don’t feel good”.  He knows what that means.  And he knows too well the look on my face when I say it.  He starts looking for a quicker way out of the club, and then my body screams “RUN!!!!”- and I’m off.  The club was packed (of course it had to be a sold out show, right?), and I only remember turning and taking about a dozen steps- and that’s all I’m aware of.  Brad later told me that I was tearing through the crowd, pushing people aside trying to get to the front door, and that he couldn’t even keep up with me (the “auto-pilot” thing happens alot… my consciousness blacks out, but my body keeps going).  I almost made it to the front door… then boom.   Down for the count.  Brad relayed to me that it took 2 bouncers to get all of the 110 pounds of me outside because I was dead weight (which I don’t fully understand the phenomenon of ‘dead weight’… weight is weight, right?).  I remember coming out of it, and hearing Brad trying to convince the bouncers that I wasn’t drunk or OD’ing- but that I was just having a seizure and to give me some space, and that he had it covered (Brad has TOO much experience with this because of me… poor guy).  Then I started puking.  Then Brad took me home.  So much for my fun night out.  Le sigh.

I started having these when I was 9.  Through highschool, I was taken to blood sugar specialists who told me that it was because I have crazy blood sugar issues- but they could never induce a seizure during the glucose testing to verify it.  Then I was taken to neurologists and had my brain scanned like crazy, and given the flashy-lights tests (which made me sick as hell, but didn’t make me drop)… and they told me that they were sure it was epilepsy, but they couldn’t induce a seizure so they couldn’t verify it.  (FYI… for all you lighting guys at clubs- strobe lights aren’t cool.  They’re lame “Spencer’s gifts” cheeze-ball bullshit effects, and you really need to knock it the fuck off.  Nobody likes them… seriously).   So I don’t know really why I have seizures- which is frustrating- but they happen.  And they’ve been happening more often as I get older.  And Brad said that on Saturday night, I was blacked out for about 5 minutes (which is the longest one that I’m aware of- but who knows, because I’ve had them when I was by myself and it’s hard to time them when you’re unconscious).  There’s no pattern to why they happen, and no real triggers.  And it’s annoying.

Since alot of people I know read my jabbering on here, I’m gonna give you the “Kristen’s Seizures 101″.  Some of these apply to all seizures, and some are just how my body deals with them.

  • As long as a seizing person is not in danger- don’t move them.  The bouncers on Saturday carried me out of the club, and one of them was carrying me under my arms.  Because I was tensed up and jerking, I’ve got all kinds of pinched nerves now and I’ve got no feeling in my armpit, in my upper arm, and shoulder on my right side.  They did what they thought was right… but “dead arm” is a creepy feeling that I hope goes away soon.
  • Don’t EVER EVER EVER stick anything in the mouth of a person who’s having a seizure.  Jaw muscles are some of the strongest in the body, and we can bite through anything (wallets, fingers, sticks, etc).  And we won’t swallow our tongues.  Scouts honor.
  • Even though it’s not good to move a person having a seizure, do roll them onto their side if you can.  I sometimes puke after I have seizures- and I’ve always been aware enough to roll over on my side on my own.  If a person isn’t aware enough, they can choke on their vomit.  And sometimes a person can piss themselves during a seizure… it’s happened to me.  I’ve seen it happen to others.  Don’t make a big deal of it. Please.
  • I don’t know if this is true for anyone else- but when I wake up, there’s a few minutes where I don’t know where I am, who I am, who anyone around me is, or what happened.  I’ll babble incoherently, and am really disoriented, and sometimes cry.  Stay really calm when someone wakes up from this, because if you’re panicking it creates more emotional chaos for the person who just had their brain reject them.  The brain-rejected person has been through enough…. the least you can do is use soothing tones when talking to them.
  • Once the person is awake, and you’ve made sure that they aren’t seriously injured from falling down or whatever (I broke my nose last year when I hit my face on the ground during the seizure- so it can happen), just take them home or to a place where they can sleep.  Their body just went through a trauma, and the amount of stress it just endured requires serious recoup time.  Do not listen to their protests if they say they don’t want to rest or go home- just take them home and put them into bed.  Seriously.

That’s my story.  So if you see me out and about, and I all of a sudden proclaim “I don’t feel well”, then proceed to drop on the floor, look like a dead person who’s jerking around, then wake up babbling, puking, and crying- I’m not on drugs.  I’m not drunk.  And you don’t need to call 911.  Just wait until I’ve calmed down, and tell me some seizure knock-knock jokes, and I’ll be fine.  Then make sure Brad takes me home and puts me to bed.

Questions, comments, suggestions?  They’re all happily welcomed.

Aside from that…. I’m now on twitter… so you can find me there by clicking HERE!!

XOXOXOXO

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