They Call Me Cookie to My Face

  I will begin by honestly admitting that I have NEVER TAKEN a psychology course.  My opinions and viewpoints are based upon independent study alone.  That having been said...I have officially begun to prove my point. We all know that Diddy is in trouble. He has asked for bail 3 times and the court has denied him.  We all saw the tapes, we heard the rumors before his house got raided. As his victims begin to step forward I am noticing a pattern of skepticism. "Why are they saying something now? Why didn't they report it back then." "They are just in it for the money grab." That may very well be true for some of the accusers, but as for the others... I wonder... You don't need a psychology degree to know that if you tell a therapist you were raped by a celebrity they will most likely question the fuck out of you.  They will begin the process of checking for delusional traits.  Imagine if you are a victim that was drugged and manipulated.  What evidence ...

  Kamala Harris lost the election to Donald Trump. I am not afraid. All my bills are paid. I'm not broke. I've been remade.  My laughter is an affront. To dragons sitting on treasure.  They can't burn me.  And when they fly away I won't take what is theirs.  I just feel...different.  Not like "fuck it" or "duck it" or "fuck this" I just couldn't care less about what is woven into a rug... …that I'm not standing on. 

  The way I feel is no big deal I should have let go long time ago I have no right to brag I have no right to boast That is why I can't post The joy is so bright my eyes squint in the shade I can't believe the progress I have made And all the while  He was telling me the most I didn't listen before That is why I can't post I don't want praise or clout or my name in people's mouths The less they know The more I grow But I had to let it out I can't wait to see what more silence will bring how darkness will lift into a bubbling spring A hidden oasis in the midst of a drought Nothing can stress me unless the enemy finds out And that is why no matter how much I want to share no matter how much my loved ones care I can't post this shit on facebook

 I know I'm wrong.  Calling someone a hood rat is disrespectful, borderline racist (depending on who is using it and context), and just ratchet.  But some bitches out here exhibit the type of behavior that warrants no other mot juste. I have had 2 separate seemingly unrelated women try this shit on me within 6 months.  The first one was a mother of 4 children. Her baby's father (of the 3 smallest) is an alcoholic and, according to her, abusive.  This woman has ghosted me more than once. I should have taken the hint and just left her alone.  After lending her money (which she paid back) and calling the police on her drunk ass baby daddy at her request,  she proceeded to admonish me for my "negative energy." I texted her on the day of her planned birth of the 3rd child of this fool and asked if the "demon" was still at the house. She had previously told me that she didn't want this man at the birth of his own child.  I got a nasty text about negativ...

  I've never really been a big complainer. I wasn't the bossy kid as a habit.  I guess that is why when I finally started speaking up I was perceived as having an attitude.  And to top it off, I'm not the vision of what society views as a woman who is worthy of her demands.  I am dark skinned with coily hair. I don't have a bodacious figure. I'm not a socialite.  I feel as though the response I get for demanding respect and enforcing my boundaries is:  "Who does she think she is?" It is a sad reality that more universally or conformingly attractive women are seen as worthy of what they want.  Seems like if you are not handing out erections you have no right to be respected. And woe unto the woman who refuses to conform and has the nerve to be independent. WE MUST BURN HERRRRR! I'm not hear to whine. I just wanted to get something off my chest.  I have been suffering in silence about these sorts of things. I have to fight for the most basic forms o...

  I just finished the K drama series "Possessed." I thought the series was amazing.  Of course, because I am late to these things I wanted to read the reviews.  There were so many negative takes on the series ending.  One criticism in particular stood out to me as a indication of how much research they did for this show.  Those that commented on the continuity of the spirits that visited the character Pil-Sung. The critic pointed out they seemed to "disappear" for a few episodes and then came back in the end.  If you are someone who has experiences with entities or knows someone who does, then you would know how ignorant this criticism is.  I believe the reason one ceases to "see" the ghosts is because they have become such a routine part of the character's life that they no longer shock the senses.  You don't see the ghosts but you continue to see the altar offering food throughout the series.  This is an indication that the writing staff di...

  The Egyptians went all out when a rich or important person died. Jars carved from alabaster, precious stones and gold laid throughout their tombs.  But what I find the most beautiful and troubling are the death masks.  They are sometimes the most ornate and finely crafted part of the burial outfit.  Literally, they are priceless which is why they were often stolen. Figuratively, they are the most destructive elements of the ritual of seeing one off to the land of the dead.  The eulogy is a must for a funeral. You have to find people that had positive experiences with the deceased to send them on to glory.  One shouldn't speak ill of the dead. Their secrets get buried with them. That is, until it becomes profitable to dig them up. The death mask is the most deceptive kind of mask. Some of the last words heard by relatives and loved ones about a person tend to linger in their hearts and minds.  Its improper to talk about how they sinned while alive. Wh...