When I wrote about David Bowie I noted that the only male celebrities I ever impersonated for Hallowe’en were Bowie and Prince. The two things that stick with me about Prince are in contradiction (like life).
I found his songs joyously sex-positive. The women got off in his songs. They did not exist as simply a plaything for a man. (I wasn’t familiar with his earliest stuff, and the film Purple Rain didn’t appeal to me. I am reading that I might find those misogynist.) The Prince I listened to loved women. They were also respected as full musicians in his band, not simple novelties.
Some fiction, lots of opinion of the world today and how it got this way, some photo essays of Montreal. A lot of art throughout.
Constructive feedback on my art and writing appreciated. I’d love to hear from you.
©2001 Marion Pennell
“Oh no, you were right! There’s an actual chain gang over there, that field before the intersection by the hedge, see??”
“Yup, Brian said they’d be a lot more visible as you get to the border. We’ll see the camps too. Who knew Plattsburgh would ever be so well known?”
Natalie shifted lower in her seat but still peered out the window. “They’re all so young. What do you think they did? Continue reading