(A continuity of taking my art from my dark art closet into the light… makes me feel bitchin’)
Funnies funnies funnies Sunday morning All the time Laughter and giggles Funnies and magazines Comics that are obscene Wax paper, glue and then, Sophisticated Rubber cement X-ACTO knives.
Flopside Bubblegum cOmics are a joy to create with the Flopside crew. As a graduate of West Valley Occupational School in Canoga Park 1976. I learned the art of paste up. Yes, before technology all you needed was an X-Acto knife and some rubber cement.
I love my modern technology to create my comics. Only time Mr. Fuck comes in the house is to watch them print out on glossy paper. It is a real treat. I guess to the store for some more Spiced Rum Mr. Fuck.
Summer time ;
The Saturn-Neptune Conjunction (2025-2026) Summer songs that help with enjoyment.
“Being put down and called a cow by some man when calling out those who are cruel and abusive. Even if it is in the usually subtle manner. I was told that meant double bitch.”
~ The world of being a woman, Hudley Flipside
Women were significantly affected during Trump’s first presidency. Conservative Supreme Court judges overturned Roe v. Wade, a decision that is not discussed often today, but I continue to address its implications. This action represented an assault on women’s autonomy over their reproductive choices, leading to widespread uncertainty across states and healthcare institutions. It also resulted in challenges for doctors and organizations like Planned Parenthood.
So, a woman in some cases must have her child even in rape and incest, and now the conservatives want to take away any help to these women who may lose their healthcare soon enough? The cruel irony of these soulless politicians, fascist religious blazers and dammed evil monsters are well documented and so unreal.
It was at a planned parenthood clinic in Santa Cruz California where I got my first Aides test, and a pregnancy test to find out I was pregnant with my first child in the 1990’s. The pay was based on a sliding scale. At the time it was extremely helpful. Even though I was working full time as a Home Health Aide with a Nursing Agency they did not have health care for their employees who were only hired per diem. Imagine that?
Which gets me to the point of my two shared images today. As a woman I have experienced being taken advantage of, due to my kindness, in my scene many times. A knife to my throat so to say. It is not easy overcoming being patronized and treated poorly as an experienced woman who is often devalued.
I got my voice in the original and growing punk rock scene. It was then that I encountered many other women with extraordinarily strong voices and some sang like angels.
American musician Annette Zilinskas is one of those women who is well known now in our music world. She is down to earth and very conscious. SO, when I get the feeling of inspiration I put it to watercolor.
“Change takes courage.”
~ Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Then the female politician Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is another attractive woman who is also skin deep beautiful. She speaks of true liberty and equality for all and for a woman’s right to be heard especially.
They have that rare quality these days called audacity.
I will lasso this bold essay about bringing light to my art from my dark closet by saying,
“I am utterly amazed how well Tennessee Williams knows the female psyche. He honors her and addresses her unique qualities and so gives wings and light to her struggle.”
Ezekiel Wheel Mr. Fuck “God is Every fucking man.”
“And the word of the lord came to me: Mortal, prophesy and say: thus says the Lord; Say: A sword, a sword is sharpened, it is also polished; It is sharpened for slaughter, honed to flash like lightning! How can we make merry? You have despised the rod.” ~ EZEKIEL 21 8-10.
I never will forget when my oldest son and I read from the bible a certain part about Ezekiel’s Wheel. I often overlooked elements of war but in the bible our patriarchs are ruthless bastards. And so is Ezekiel’s Wheel.
A prelude to war. Fucking race gods fighting each other through their human pawns, a big cosmic game of chess.
This may seem esoteric because it is. Recently Mr. Fuck and I were going through some of the Flopside cOmics and images, and we came upon a couple that he loved so much. We’ laughed aloud’ like we used to in time of grieving and wild exuberance. There is more to this image, it was inspired by Human (Steve Pfauter) during one of our online conversations. We were talking about women singers of the 60s and 70s. And we moved into talking about the Goddess. I mentioned the quote “The Goddess is Every Woman” by a well-known Jungian therapist Jean Shinoda Bolen. He said that it was not fair and replied,
“The God is every man.” We enjoyed this back and forth and often later I would get a message stated,
“Hud, you know I’m just messing with you, having a little fun, nothing serious!”
Next watercolor is inspired by some of the guys from the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park California. I was going through some grieving times of parents getting old and dying.
The punk rock nostalgia wave was just beginning to hit around 2007, and they still had DJs at the pub who played from their record collections, often prime 1980s punk. Some of the fellas influenced me in a pleasant way. But I did drink too much and began smoking for a brief time.
It was a relieving an offbeat microcosm of how the punk scene once was for me during my youthful rebellion. To the songs and the great individuals and toxicologists at the pub. Thanks for helping me through some rough times. Mr. Fuck was often in the dark corner grinning asking for a lite after hours. Who knows maybe he is an offbeat shadow of my psyche.
“My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies”
~ Song of Solomon 2:16.
I remember living in uptown Whittier California. Living in an art loft was fun right above a bookstore but what I enjoyed most was the little religious store. Here each morning a new quote from the bible was displayed. It was a ritual of mine to read that. This memory is what inspired me to display my art each day.
Incorporating the practice of displaying my artwork from my collection, which is carefully stored with my Jam Poster on the wall protecting my art, has become a significant routine in my daily life. It is enriching to dedicate time and attention to each piece. My collection includes both older works created many years ago and more recent pieces. I will continue to share these artworks each day.
It is like turning on the light or feeling bitchin’ which are goals of mine now at 67.
As a wife, mother, artist, and friend as one who loves nature and even man. To the rebels who do well in diversity. To love and hope when life is a place of melancholia.
TO Super Fuck …. A Flopside cOmic Character who is the extreme punker power, practicing a lifestyle of frugalism, inspired punker of wonder. Living in my backyard, the bomb shelter built in the 1960s.
Also, to the golden mantis who crescendos in August to lay her ootheca … to my personal Spear of Destiny moving forward from earth turning around the cosmos, around the solar system and the sun. Out from the planets into the dark matter of space and then come home resting upon a womb of a purple blossom in my garden.
These two punkers have shared so much joy with me. As wild youth on the streets and at small club to even into our senior citizen years. I adore their iconic personalities but mostly enjoy the way we grew up in an underground scene. Generations of trial and error.
I saw the Adolescents play at Tony’s high school, the original members included. I took a picture of the last time the original Black Flag played at a small stinky Church basement. A giant blur, where Orange County, Fullerton, Whitter, and Los Angeles all merged together.
I witnessed the wild ways of both of these characters. From Keith peeing above the stairs on the bathroom door as I was in the bathroom.
Tony destroys the first showing of the film Another State of Mind. He pushed the projector over… or did he trip on his shoelace?
Regardless we all did nasty and good things for a scene we were surviving in. I never found Keith and Tony anything but charming at the time and still do. Yet at that time in our youthful rebellion, we were defying something together and at Flipside Fanzine we supported them with a continuity of enthusiasm.
This image is a rendering of the two of them showing their wounds at a punk rock show in the 1980s. One can find this original image in an old issue of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.
I did a watercolor doodling of remembrance.
“Keith and Tony … we are watching the solar eclipse as at the same time they are touring between Maryland and Connecticut… wild … hope they are looking up as well.” (April 8th, 2024)
I still dream and do often do a lot of pondering over many bands who are still touring… I guess I will always love them all with my maternal punk rock heart.
When she passed away the female global word took a big blow. Collectively sharing a resounding decline here in America when Roe v. Wade was overturned.
She was the ring of good liberty and justice not just for a woman’s voice but for everyone.
I was astonished when I heard how a Praying Mantis honored her.
“Ilomantis ginsburgae is a newly identified species of leaf-dwelling praying mantis, named after U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg.”
~ Rick Wherley/Cleveland Museum of Natural History
“Whatever you choose to do, leave tracks. That means don’t do it just for yourself. You will want to leave the world a little better for your having lived.”
Fascism is like that overzealous, far-right uncle at family gatherings who insists on running the show and believes he knows best for everyone. Picture a dictatorial leader sporting a military hat, centralized like a kid hoarding all the toys, and ready to suppress any naysayers faster than you can say “no dessert.”
It thrives on the idea that there’s a cosmic pecking order, where individual interests take a backseat to the so-called glory of the nation or race—like when everyone pretends to care more about the group than the last piece of pizza.
Unlike democracy, liberalism, or socialism, which are more about sharing and caring, fascism is firmly parked at the far right of the traditional left–right spectrum, waving its “no fun allowed” flag. And hey, it wants to regiment society and the economy with the same subtlety as a marching band in a library. With small mushrooms.
Both died a terrible death and they were losers…
Satire is strong irony or sarcasm—”in satire, irony is militant”—but parody, burlesque, exaggeration, juxtaposition, comparison, analogy, and double entendre are all frequently used in satirical speech and writing.”
