Eartha Kitt as Catwoman
before she was replaced by a white woman because batman was going to start going out with catwoman and the producers didn’t want a white man and a black woman flirting on television
Eartha Kitt (Season 3) was the one who replaced Julie Newmar (Seasons 1 & 2) as Catwoman though…and she did flirt with Batman…
"In the 1960s she made the role of Catwoman her own when she became the first black woman to achieve mainstream TV success in America with Batman, even breaking racial taboos by flirting on screen with Adam West in the lead role.” - [X]
And I mean, what’s one life though? Especially one that hasn’t contributed much in the great grand scheme of things. Every lighthouse has to shut down one day, right? I’ve guided people and I’ve helped a lot of them. The light can’t keep shining.
I have very little motivation or will to live anymore. I really just don’t feel pure joy or happiness like I used to. I don’t know if I’ll actually be capable of taking my own life, honestly.
I’m more worried about what people think of me as I write these words, rather than how I feel about the words myself. It doesn’t scare me anymore. I remember when I first started feeling this way YEARS ago. I was terrified that I could even conceive the idea of taking my own life. Now it’s become such a normal fixture in my thoughts and feelings that it’s not shocking anymore.
I used to be scared. Death is such a great unknown, you know? So is life. We don’t know what’s going to happen next. IF anything will happen next. It’s just another journey I suppose. No one knows. Different religions speculate about different forms of afterlife and reincarnation, but no one knows for sure. It can’t be measured or tested.
That’s where the true fear lies with me. It’s not the actual action of taking my life, but rather the fear of the unknown that lies after it.
Dead people don’t have to worry about things.
Well, maybe they do. That’s just the risk I’ll have to take.
My anxiety has been peaking all day today. I’m not sure what’s causing it or maybe it’s just spawning on its own. Hm.
Within three days of becoming engaged, I had already been told that I shouldn’t wear my glasses, because they’re not bridal. I was told my cane wasn’t bridal. I was told my eye… was not bridal. And I realized that if I was going to be “bridal” in their eyes, I was going to have to change who I am. I am proudly disabled.
This photo is giving me LIFE
"the weather seems ruff today doesnt it Spot haha?"
"dont patronize me Greg"
Fun fact: This is from one of our local Nashville stations. My friend Rachel is engaged to Paul, the weather man. The dog, Dagny, is a local celebrity.