So This Is How The World Will End: by Rick Castro 4/29/2020
I know who I am.
Succinctly and with clarity I always have.
There is so much wildlife here in the high desert. It is all around me. At my front door nature approaches. The bunnies do not run from me, (well not right away) the squirrelys with striped tails prance about in front of my bedroom window. My beautiful blue-jay greets me on a regular basis, preening and puffing his chest so I can more adore him. Last night there was a family of coyotes no more than ten feet from my porch. I couldn’t see, but could hear them. They sound like bratty babies crying for attention. Today two pretty birds were fucking right in front of me, totally fine that I was there for the show. My dear friend Iris says the wildlife here is trusting,”because they never see people so they don’t know how evil people can be”. I am an anomaly.
She also says, “animals know a pure soul when they encounter them.”
I’ve always wanted people to see me, but In fact they do not.
For my entire life I’ve been accused of everything, and given credit for nothing. As a child my bro accused me of being “queer” even before I knew what that meant. At age eighteen, my father accused me of being a male hooker. “I know why you want to live in Hollywood, he points his finger with scorn, so you can be around all those older men.”
Boy was he wrong, but he always has been and always will be… about everything.
As an adult I’ve been accused of being a pornographer, prostitute, pedophile, dominatrix, satanist, drug addict and furry. BTW, I only have a problem with one of those. I’ll leave to you to figure out which. Always without proof, merely based on making people “uncomfortable.”
What I have been my entire life is an artist.
I don’t judge, I don’t assume, I find out. I don’t dabble, I explore and jump into wherever my interests takes me. I don’t follow trends,
I create them.
I create them.
This has put me at odds with everyone at one time or another. Everything I’ve explored and created has become mainstreamed and accepted when presented by others a few years after I break the ice. Credit and $$ goes to the others that copy from me. If I was paid all $$ owed me, and ripped off from me, I would own ten cabin’s like Bee’s.
My demeanor doesn’t gel within the corporate structures forced into place by people that call the shots because they have wealth, thus privilege. Whomever writes the story, produces the film, makes the $$, becomes the “ bearer of truth.” They become, “the powers that be.” I’ve been in the “industry” since I was eighteen years old. Started off by working for Bette Midler, then working my way up, eventually working my way down.
The other day The Divine Miss M tweeted-
" Maybe Trump is the president we deserve. Maybe we have become so corrupt, amoral, materialistic, greedy, ruthless, manipulative, and such liars, that he really does represent who we are. Maybe we have been fooling ourselves the whole time.”
My response; Only you would know what you deserve.
Nature accepts me. I know who I am.
So this is how the world will end.
copyright- rick castro- 4/2020
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