Upper Reaches

Time to continue the tour of my house as we move upstairs to bed & bath. The bathroom has remained one of the least ‘decorated’ rooms the house – too, much moisture for one thing. There are shelves of towels, body wash, shaving stuff so the room is cluttered enough as it is. 

This stained-glass star is in the bathroom window. Handmade by my partner before we met it is one of the oldest object d’art that isn’t shop bought. He made couple of such pieces at a workshop he took one summer. We did have remains of this stained glass supplies for decades & I got rid of them in my covid cleaning frenzy.

I won this sunset (or is it sunrise) train track photo in a GenX Bears fund-raising raffle in the early 2000’s. I think they were raising money for their Pride Parade float. A friend was a member of the group. It was, as I recall, a ‘blind’ raffle, in which I knew the range of prizes but they were assigned randomly. I was happy to get this & it was perfect for over the toilet – I can gaze down the endless track of life as I pizza my life away 🙂

Across the hall is my bedroom which is relatively uncluttered – unless you count the dressers, racks of cds, book case, shelves of frequently used clothes as clutter 🙂 This wonderful Tarzan poster what a birthday gift from my fans at Cabaret Noir. I have seen the film – Acquanetta fulfills hetero teen boy exotica fantasy, while Weissmuller & Sheffield fuelled many a confused lad’s sexuality as, like me, we wondered how they kept their junk hidden under those loincloths while swinging through the jungle.

While I’m going about exotica fantasy – these jungle ‘epics’ were where many saw an abundance of hairless male flesh in our formative years. In particular, when I’ve seen some of these recently, as well some set in the jungle serials – I am delighted by the abundance of bare chested native guides, bearers & tribal kings. I wonder if any historian of black performers in movies has looked at this pool of performers.

This Japanese noren was a gift from a Japanese friend. It is a door hanging, about half-a-door in length, split down the middle. The samurai protects my room from negative energy 🙂 While the celebrants usher in good vibes. The leaf leads to my Peace Lily. 

On the wall, by the door, is this marvellous piece of religious kitch. A print I bought framed at an antique store, not longer there, near Queen & Broadview. It was love at first sight. Early 1900’s. This was a very popular subject – there are dozens of variations of the trouble soul clinging to the rugged cross in the storms of life. I love the face of Christ at the top of the cross – almost like seeing him in a piece of toast.

You Never Know Where He’ll Pop Up Next

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you saw the face of Christ

in a piece of toast

yet you don’t own a toaster

you can’t even boil water

you have enough trouble

opening a granola bar

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why was it only the face

was the slice of bread

too small 

to hold His entire body

was the holy toaster

limited to specific body parts 

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was it the result of

ancient aliens

who after they built the pyramids 

designed a toaster

specifically to replicated

the face of Christ in toast

a face that seems rather caucasian

for an ancient alien

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beside you aren’t the first 

to have seen the face of Christ

where it doesn’t belong

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Christmas in My Bathroom

For December I’ll be sharing Christmas memories that I’ve stored away as ornaments over the decades. Up first is this busy creche scene than has grown over the years. The oldest piece is the stained glass star that my partner made before we met – so it goes back at least 45 years. No, now that I look closely, the oldest are the Red Rose Tea ceramic figurines from my childhood in Cape Breton.

The creche was a gift at our first Christmas party way back in the early 80’s – I love the simplicity of it – though over the years the setting has become less simple 🙂 It always reminds me of my friend Frank (downed by AIDS neglect) who gave it to me. The Pope, with solar waving hand, was a gift, as were the Jesus & E.A. Poe action figures the other side of the Archway. The Jesus beside the Pope was found in the street, as was the Statue of Liberty, & the colourful ‘village’ people, including the skier on top of the Archway.

The Archway was another gift one Christmas, its also a digital clock but no one had figured out how to set the time. The ‘jewels’ are actually napkin rings but I felt they did more good here than on a table. The camel is from my friend Kyle’s childhood creche array. The turtles – not sure from where actually. I may have picked up the shell turtle on my travels.

The colourful ‘village’ people are this year’s additions. I found a bowl of them at the curb & plucked out the ones that weren’t too badly broken. They fit in perfectly. Another last minute addition is the Born This Way wrist band that is so appropriate for the Virgin birth – Jesus didn’t ask to be saviour but he was born that way.

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