Peak oil…

Early this morning I woke up from a scary dream that smacked of reality…

Couples were diving into a submarine to hide from something…

something like armed guards…

But then the submarine started to fill up with water, and sink…

faster than the speed of sound…

Titanic style…

I watched a man and woman each fighting to find an air pocket where they both had the space to breath…

but the space of dark sea was closing in on them…

Then I woke up…

drenched with sweat……

After my children were picked up by school bus, and I washed the morning dishes…

I spent this glorious, frosty day working with clay…

Looking like a queen in a sailor's dream...

Throwing pots on a wheel…

Clay has memory but it also has the capacity to evolve…

Part of the process of working with clay on the wheel…

creating something new with material that already has a mind of its own…

is wedging and centering…

You have to work the air pockets out of the clay…

and you have to be able to centre it on the wheel…

Or disaster can strike in the kiln…

Your piece can explode…

causing self-destruction but also damage to everything in its proximity…

Like a ticking time bomb…

I know that there is a reason I haven’t been given a son yet…

The NHL isn’t ready for me…

and the voices I hear in my house…

So as a warm up exercise I’m going to ask you to feel up this question…

It doesn’t matter where you are on the gender continuum…

Just go with what your body tells you…

Who would you want to make a baby with?

This individual:

or this individual:

I’m old enough to have babysat both of these men when they were boys…

and cougarville gives me hives…

I’m just using them as examples of contrast that points towards critical evolution of self-constitution, agency, and the game…

as I wonder about what it is going to take to see the collapse of prostitution…

in the name of profit…

and expanding contractual awareness…

I'm going to give you some of my good time...