“I’m just an imperfect and quirky individual with my own unique perspectives. I speak for myself. This is simply my forum for the things that I find inspiring, amusing or important. I’m not perfect, but nothing is perfect except the ideals of love and acceptance. I will simply stand strong on my three legs and point my handle towards anything I deem interesting from down here.” affirms Milkstool.
Harvey Milkstool has long supported the buttocks of milkers as he served humanity in the barns of his youth. His sturdy handle held the bucket as a daunting array of teats were plundered for their velvety liquid bounty. He squeamishly witnessed rough milkings and barnyard dramas unfold firsthandle until THE MACHINES TOOK OVER…and he became a relic of a bygone era in search of a purpose.
“I hope to celebrate the beauty of life and connect with other like minds who can appreciate the things we have in common as sentient beings: (art, music, design of any kind, science, good ideas) versus the things that set us apart from one another (hate, judgment, termites, a less than perfect finish…). I’ve just gotta be ME!” Harvey explains.
Languishing in a closet for many years, he was rediscovered and emancipated from those cramped quarters. Harvey developed a rapport and deep kinship with the other furniture populating his new environment. His furniture family includes an eclectic mix from a broad range of styles and periods with varying attitudes and functionality.
Harvey notes: “While my retirement from the barn to the closet to my the world online may seem odd or surprising to some, please consider that my Early American “family tree” values motivate me to speak out. For example, its no secret that I am gay since I left the barn…who CARES (and why should they, I wonder?). Personally, I’d rather be carefree and loving than witness all the barnyard shit shoveling! It’s just how I was MADE in America!”
Indeed, Harvey. Carry on, O ye Milkstool of thoughtful progress.
Harvey loves hearing from like minds: Share your thoughts below, won’t you?