: About Me

I am the founder of a club I call "The Mental Diversity Club". It came about primarily because I hate the terms; "crazy", "mentally ill", "insane", and "nuts". I also hate the disrespect, ignorance, fear, discriminations, etc., etc., and all the other gross generalizations that come with the afore mentioned tags. So being one of a few mentally challenged individuals on the campus at SFCC, I pitched the idea of a club. Everybody liked it. However, before we could officially start the club on campus, I had a physical and mental setback that forced me to take a recovery time away from school. One of my conditions is OCD. Meaning, once I get an idea, I hate to let it go. So even though, I was no longer a student per se, I still felt the need to form the club. We now have two houses set up to provide safety, habitations, and advocacy for people who feel they belong in the club. I am hoping soon to be returning to college with a number of my house-mates, where we will finish establishing ourselves on campus. I spent 24 years of my 39, denying my diversity. I now have no choice but to acknowledge and dare I say; "embrace" it. In my parents day, both of whom were labeled as "crazy", society locked us up. I hope to fight the shame, stigma, and ignorance associated with Mental Diversity by being a success. Of course, then..., I certainly won't be crazy? LOL, I'll be "eccentric".

My passion is ...

I know said a million times, "writing, I love it!"

I know too much about ...

Fishing in Alaska, Mental Diversity

My parents always told me ...

Never told me nothing.

My childhood ambition ...

To Run Away, Accomplished too many times.

My favorite memory ...

Sitting srill, cracking walnuts.

Why I write ...

I shut out the past. If I write it is like a bit of it gets out and overwith. Then I don't have to remember it again.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I am teaching myself about business on the internet. Trying to find a career on line.

My first job ...

Pulling weeds in the sun next to a swimming pool. Was great to get off work and swim loved it.

My best moment ...

I took 3rd in the Nation in Short sermon. It wasn't the place I took but the power of words I was in awe as I realized that these people were hearing me. I wanted to cry. I just felt in awe.

My inspiration ...

It' silly but "Van Gogh". He was intense. I think I get him.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Musicians

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Squeak, squak, squonk, loving the sound. Honk, whistle shrill," man, love that noise!" "the somber cries for order, go unheard, in the flow, on the go! creation is not silenced! it is not contained within your rules. You have no power," hear?" A revolution started, the change begun, celebration, fire dancing, while playing. blood will flow, don't you know? He's not a musician, Hes just makin noise. Order, Order, Order, "kNOw! I SAY "DISORDER!" LET THE MUSIC PLAY! LET THE OFFENDED PAY! There is no rhyme or reason, there is no time or season, We can not control, Don't you know? The roar of t...

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