Last night I had some ideas about the Yappy Poetry Queen. Here is a description of her from my memoir, Rose Mary Pillowwater:
“George had a vision of himself as me; as a perky, tender, vociferous, very precise girl, dressed in a white blouse and red skirt. I wore black, patent leather shoes with low, chunky heels and would walk around the Kingdom in them, clomping unannounced into people’s homes and stamping my feet as I exuberantly recited poetry to the inhabitants. I was called the ‘Yappy Poetry Queen.’”
This face of the divine feminine, the Yappy Poetry Queen, wants to do just what she does in my vision. When people are being couch potatoes, she would like to step into their homes, shut off the TV and boldly recite poetry. Instead, couch potatoes get negative, equally-potent feminine expressions of coldness and bitchiness from other sources. Once we stop giving the divine feminine reason to be cold and bitchy, she’ll be like the Yappy Poetry Queen, among other things.
When I had the vision of the YPQ, I was sure that the world was ending. When the world was ending for me, I would be inundated with archetypal realities I’d never before met, like the YPQ. Most were expressions of the divine feminine, which I can still see and feel. Is the divine feminine not mine then? Can’t Rose Mary become me? Won’t she? These questions have been my biggest while integrating her all these years.
Contemplating my ongoing need to perform for an audience, it occurred to me that the Yappy Poetry Queen is part of the need. She wants to step into people’s homes and dump buckets of beauty and wisdom on them. She is behind my compulsion to perform.
Compelled to perform, I recently entered the Miss Trans Northampton beauty pageant, mainly because I will get to sing in the talent portion of the program. I couldn’t care less about winning. Maybe this will help jump-start my life outside of my room.
I am comfortable in my room and on stage, but everything in between - where ordinary interaction is possible - is sketchy. My world is so removed from the “ordinary” one, yet it is ordinary for me and the Yappy Poetry Queen.
On Monday, Wednesday and Friday updates are posted to Amy George’s other blog Ask the Dream Queen, for which she interprets reader-submitted dreams.
“George had a vision of himself as me; as a perky, tender, vociferous, very precise girl, dressed in a white blouse and red skirt. I wore black, patent leather shoes with low, chunky heels and would walk around the Kingdom in them, clomping unannounced into people’s homes and stamping my feet as I exuberantly recited poetry to the inhabitants. I was called the ‘Yappy Poetry Queen.’”
This face of the divine feminine, the Yappy Poetry Queen, wants to do just what she does in my vision. When people are being couch potatoes, she would like to step into their homes, shut off the TV and boldly recite poetry. Instead, couch potatoes get negative, equally-potent feminine expressions of coldness and bitchiness from other sources. Once we stop giving the divine feminine reason to be cold and bitchy, she’ll be like the Yappy Poetry Queen, among other things.
When I had the vision of the YPQ, I was sure that the world was ending. When the world was ending for me, I would be inundated with archetypal realities I’d never before met, like the YPQ. Most were expressions of the divine feminine, which I can still see and feel. Is the divine feminine not mine then? Can’t Rose Mary become me? Won’t she? These questions have been my biggest while integrating her all these years.
Contemplating my ongoing need to perform for an audience, it occurred to me that the Yappy Poetry Queen is part of the need. She wants to step into people’s homes and dump buckets of beauty and wisdom on them. She is behind my compulsion to perform.
Compelled to perform, I recently entered the Miss Trans Northampton beauty pageant, mainly because I will get to sing in the talent portion of the program. I couldn’t care less about winning. Maybe this will help jump-start my life outside of my room.
I am comfortable in my room and on stage, but everything in between - where ordinary interaction is possible - is sketchy. My world is so removed from the “ordinary” one, yet it is ordinary for me and the Yappy Poetry Queen.
On Monday, Wednesday and Friday updates are posted to Amy George’s other blog Ask the Dream Queen, for which she interprets reader-submitted dreams.
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