Bell Canada and Telus confirm censorship of internet to TV-like subscriptions by 2012 or earlier.

Now, I have faith that if this happens, those of us who are internet users now will move on from the internet to new modes of information sharing (ie, Internet v. 2), however I hate that anyone would ever think that limiting the information one can get in the name of "big business" is a good idea. How dare they limit what we can read and write, and where we can view things.

People won't take this lying down. Will this lead to the rise of the Second Wave of Hackers, Crackers, and Phreakers? I think so.

I think this means War.

~Morgan

Ps - If 2012 is going to have any major changes, as all of the counter-culturalists want us to believe, I think that it will be the major shift between "big" and "small." Big business brought down by a mass return to independent businesses. "Big" food production replaced by local organic foods. If we're lucky, Big government replaced by local governance. War, and then the peace that follows. We'll all split up and reorganize ourselves in the models of our ancestors, tribal and local, communal. Communist? Socialist. Big business/government is a parasitic thoughtform that's been preying on humanity for too long, and God and us are going to blow that shit up. The crumbling of society is for the good. Then we can all be our own crumbs, standing alone, perhaps working in partnership, but independently. The Tower is the card of 2012.

Ellen Von Unwerth's Omahyra and Boyd (NSFW) is a beautiful series of photos. I want the book.

( Click here for the sexiest photo ever taken (NSFW) )

I have an artistic and experiential interest in the spaces between, particularly the spaces between genders. Omahyra is a beautiful example of female androgyny.

I'm really interesting in shooting some photos with Androgynous models.

~Morgan

I worked for nine hours today, all except half and hour of which was spent standing and walking around and lifting boxes. And now I'm off to pick up Skatche at the Greyhound station at 2 am. And I have to be at work at 11 am tomorrow.

~Morgan

I think that I'm the only person I know who randomly starts dancing in public on a regular basis. Particularly on the subway.

~Morgan

Morgan Page is now on modelmayhem.com at modelmayhem.com/morganxpage. Are you on modelmayhem? If so, ADD ME! (Note: for those of you unfamiliar, this is a website exclusively for those in the modelling industry in some capacity.)

I'm currently looking for photographers and models for creatives for August. If interested, please contact me.

~Morgan Page, Yakuza Queen of Makeup

"For some reason I thought in my head, 'Is that because he got his cherry ass pounded, finally?' I don't know why."

~Morgan

My boyfriend is the sweetest guy I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and he gave me Five Sunflowers on Friday, because he knew that both the number five and Sunflowers are associated with Oshun. We put them on my Altar to Oshun.



On Saturday, at Brava (a very high-end vintage clothing store, where filmmakers often go to get period pieces) we found this beautiful Geisha silk scarf, and I knew that it was the Altar Cloth I'd been looking for for my Altar to Oshun.

~Morgan

My body is demanding a return to dance. I'm worried that my knees can't take it, though (days and sometimes weeks of knee pain can be too much to deal with). But, the body demands and it always recieves. Such is hedonism.

I'm also feeling an urge to return some of my focus to my makeup artistry work. I think that this is all part of Oshun's plan: first, make me forget everything except my spirituality in order to propel me head-first into Lukumi finally, and then put me back into makeup to beautify the world in Her name.

Work is going well, and I really like my job. I get worn out from it, since I'm on my feet all-day and have a lot of heavy boxes to lift, but this is the most enjoyable job I've had so far. The only real problems have been their overscheduling of me, despite the fact that I was upfront about needing it to be a part-time job so that I could take on makeup artistry gigs.

~Morgan

HOLY MONSOON, BATMAN!

It's raining so hard right now. It only started raining just before I was going to get off the subway. Now it's raining so hard. As hard as the monsoons I encountered in Thailand. My apartment is flooding through one window, and some books and cds were damaged, as well as the book in my bag.

Mississauga Goddam

I met Nick's family on Sunday, and it went well. I think they liked me. Beforehand, Nick and I went down to the lake, herb gathering, and collected some Yarrow, which is now drying from the hook on my wardrobe. Mississauga now has two reasons to exist: Nick lives there, and Yarrow grows there.

(Music of the) Revolution

These days I'm listening pretty exclusively to Nina Simone, and other Soul, Jazz, Blues, and Cabaret music. So much so that I can't make myself listen to any kind of industrial or angry-electro-rock stuff. It's funny because these days I find Nina Simone so much more of a revolutionary than, say, Rage Against the Machine or NIN. Angry straight white men yelling about how hard it is to be angry, straight, white men really doesn't do a lot for me anymore. Nina Simone singing fiercely about the impending revolution in the 50s-70s, however...

~Morgan

I love The Sherbourne Health Centre, but I also fucking hate them. I NEED to see my doctor to find out the results of my breast ultrasound, to find out if I have cancer, and I can't because the only appointments they have are for days that I'm working. Their only evening appointments are at the very end of the month, and I'm not sure I'll be here then. They have August appointments that I could get, but I won't do anything health-care-related in August, for obvious reasons. Also, how come my new, supposedly part-time job is working me with full-time hours?

~Morgan

This is us on the day of the Dyke March. Photo by the lovely Jade.

Yesterday I bought a Zora Neale Hurston fingerpuppet! I saw it, and I was like "Who would make this? And, who other than me would buy it? I MUST HAVE IT!"

~Morgan

I had a strange dream lastnight, which involved a Wall of Vagina, a la The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black performance piece. Labias looks a lot like scrotums.

I'm supposed to be going to watch fireworks with Nick, Stephy, and Aaron, and a couple of others tonight, but I'm too exhausted. Pride weekend took a lot out of me, and I need to coccoon myself before I start my new job tomorrow. Unfortunately, today is Canada Day, so I can't go to the bank to make a money order to pay my rent, and I can't go food shopping, so I'm just going to have to get through the day and night on tea and pasta. That's good, though. I like days where I don't end up spending money, especially if they are preceded by days of spending money.

Yesterday, I bought a new eyeshadow at MAC (Femme-Fi, limited champagne colour in PYLON ORANGE container), and a new black liquid liner. The salesman (NOT a Makeup Artist) tried to get me to buy some makeup remover with the black liquid liner, because, as he said, "this is the most waterproof liquid liner there is." I dislike being lied to. This morning, I woke up and most of it had been rubbed off in my sleep. There were traces left, so I didn't immediately assume that I'd been lied to, since he'd said waterproof, not rub-proof. After my shower, well, I had liner running down my cheeks. Waterproof? Hardly. It all came off quickly with my regular makeup remover. I'm glad that I didn't buy that "special" remover the salesman tried to sell me. The liner itself, however is awesome, and goes on flawlessly, which an excellent built-in applicator (thus making it only good for personal use and not for professional use). It's called Point Black.

~Morgan

The past few days have been a lot of fun, but I'm exhausted. The Dyke March was a lot of fun. After that was the awesome performance by Julia Serano, and then... it's all a blur of walking and talking, good people, and hanging out with Nick and Jade. I ended up dancing shirtless at CPI's set, because it was just too damn hot (both the music and the temperature).

Pride Sunday, Nick and I went to Fran's for breakfast, skipped the parade for the most part, and then went book shopping, and finally we went and saw the movie Get Smart (the first ten minutes are painfully bad, but the rest is delightfully fun -- nowhere near how fun the old show was, though). We came back to my home and watched Twin Peaks. He ended up staying over. I suspect he planned it, because...

At 6:30 am this morning, I had to wake up to make it to my breast ultrasound appointment at 9 am. I was more than a little terrified, and Nick was so supportive. I won't know the results for a couple of weeks. I couldn't make out anything on the screen other than my nipple, and had a hard time understanding how the grey fuzz was in fact what my boob looks like to sound (so if you echolocate my boob, is that what you'll see?).

We met up with Jade and her new friend Rebecca (too..many..Rebeccas...), and went for sushi and Occult book shopping. We walked too much, though, and now I'm exhausted. Poor Nick walked me all the way home, just to make sure that I got there alright, and then he had to walk all the way back to Robart's to return his library book.

I'm tired.

( To makeup job, or not to makeup job... )

( Gushing about Nick, behind the cut to save you from getting cavities! )

Here are three lovely photos of me from Becca's party on Friday night, taken by my favourite dj CPI:

Julia Serano and me
( Two more photos )

~Morgan

Lastnight, I went over to Becca's house for a delicious dykey dinner party, with the likes of CPI, Ariel, Julia Serano, Tammy, and a few others whose names elude me at the moment. I haven't seen so many of them in ages, so it was great to catch up, and meet new people as well. Yummy food, too.

I'll be seeing most, if not all, of them again tonight at Julia Serano's performance on the George Hislop stage (5:30 pm), and later at CPI's set at the same stage (9:30 pm)! YOU ALL SHOULD COME! Nick and I will be there.

Nick and I are going to go meet Jade and head to the Dyke March.

~Morgan

I got a job! Yesterday, I interviewed for a job at a kitchen and bath store (Queer run, with mostly Queer people working there), and they called me earlier to tell me that they wanted to offer me the job! If it goes well, they'll want me to become a semi-manager in the fall. That's such a relief.

~Morgan

Remember my run-in with local creep Dimitri the Lover? Well, now you can listen to some messages he left on some woman's answering machine, in which he proves himself to be the stalker and psychotic that he really is.



He's really slimy in person. The video shows a still from American Psycho, and it really sums up who Dimitri is.

~Morgan

Nick and I decided that we are in love lastnight. It was cute and very strange for us both. We went on a picnic and it rained so hard. At first we were protected by the trees we were picnicing underneath, but then the rain was so hard that we had to go home. We watched The Orphanage, which is brilliant, and some Twin Peaks (Nick passed my David Lynch test, and thus earned even more of my respect). Today we went for ice cream and herb shopping.

Earlier this evening, I had my first Hoodoo and Tarot client come by for a session, which went well.

I need to cut back on my spending for a bit, until I get a new job. I'm proud of myself for not having used my credit card to order stuffed albino possums off eBay at 4 am yet (as unemployed credit card holders are wont to do). In fact, I've only used it to pay my web-hosting bill. So, all in all, I'm proud of my self-restraint. Debt is a concept that frightens me, as my Mum had a lot of it. I've managed so far in life to avoid it, and I pray to G-d that it stays that way.

I'm so deeply fortunate in my life. With God, Oshun, and Mum looking out for me, I feel like I can do anything I want to!

~Morgan

Lastnight I had a dream that they were going to do the last performance of The Rocky Horror Picture Show at this school. I told them that they needed to give me the part of Dr. Frank-N-Furter, because I'm the only person who can play him right (next to Saint Curry, of course). This guy usually played him, though, and he was insisting that he play him this time. He did a little performance to prove himself, and it was terrible. Finally I convinced everyone to let me try, and I kicked serious ass. I really don't think anyone can out-do my Frank impression.

There was also a part of the dream when I was pointing out to someone how beautiful this Aboriginal girl with long, thick braids was, and then this blonde white girl with similar, but not very beautiful, braids and utterly bizarre makeup smeared over her face walked up to us and tried to make out that we'd been talking about her.

~Morgan

I just interview for a job at another makeup store today, and the interview went really well. The woman interviewing me said, at the end of the interview, "this went really well." I'm hopeful about this. The hours are good, I'd get to do a lot of makeup, and it's easy to get to.

~Morgan

Create your own family sticker graphic at pYzam.com

Wishful thinking?

~Morgan