I spoke to our local Librarian (at the non-self-service library just outside of Rice)  about the stupifying situation I find myself in (that I cannot really go into detail because the case is pending.) She actually understood the hell I am enduring because she was an advocate for battered women and children.  It was so empowering to actually have someone who didn't just emphasize.  It was incredible to have some one actually get it from my angle, and endured it more than once.   It was even more incredible to have it be the person I least expected to find such solace from.  The Universe rocks!

With that said, there is something I can talk about.  The chemical abusing roommate we kicked out, sent my in-laws a copy of the unreleased limited edition Velvet Rasputin (kind of like Rasputin Catamite without the censor button) comic book in retaliation.  It probably would've been an amazing piece of evidence against her, but unfortunately my in-laws ripped it up in disgust before telling us about it.  D'oh.  According to my husband, his father believes that I have sullied the Wojtanowicz name in perpetuity and I have brought shame upon the family name... like I did in the now forgotten incident when my in-laws found out I modeled nude and made money exotic dancing, five years ago.  At first I was sad, but then it dawned on me, I've been here before.  I'm still exotic dancing. I'm making more at modeling than at the loathed print shop.  Frankly, they are pretty much over themselves on those topics.  *Grins* I suppose this saves me from having to explain my outrageous art to them.  Then again, the first few shocks are always the hardest.  

When I was thirteen, it was awful listening to my mom scream at me because I was making underground art in Junior High.  In 1999, she gave me a nasty lecture about degrading myself, when she bumped into my figure work at the art gallery.   Then, I started making money and minor fame for my art and modeling work.  My mom realized I wasn't a freak and her opinion of my work sort of mellowed over the years because.  She realized that I wasn't going to change who I was to gain her approval.  By  2004, mom read the first issue of Polska, Sucka! in front of me and actually told me that it was hilarious.  A few years later, she was bragging up my modeling and outsider art with her colleagues at art openings.  Last year, she was actually lobbying for an arts Co-op in Little Falls, so I could actually do more art model work closer to where she lived, thereby giving me an excuse to visit her more often.  Even my dad, who is more Born-Again Christian than Born-Again Christian still loves me and respects me in spite of my work, which he chooses not to look at.  It took my poor parents nearly thirty years to get used to my responsible shenannigans, and the Colon-Ortiz family names still stands proud.  Loki's parents just need some time to get over themselves and used to the person I am.  I love them very much, even if I give them heart attacks every once in a while.

I send kisses and hugs from Vanesa Barbara Littlecrow Colon-Ortiz y Wojtanowicz, (told you my name was too freaking long for my Social Security Card.) The proud daughter, artist, model, food connoseiur, anti-chemical-abuse activist, person of confusing sexual identity, helper of people (even those who suck,) atheist who thinks that Catholicism is the bees-knees for the most part and all around awesome person.  People might try to bring me and my family down, but people, I am here to fly to the stars.  Success is inevitable.  Abundance is all around me.  Humanity will trump the suckas.

GO ME!!!