Breasts are God's Way of saying, "Take these and know that you are loved."

....changes man. I'm getting ready to launch a preemptive strike on life. I really don't care for people who fall into the category of Lesbian...now wait...there you go oppressing the internal you might say, but I say NO. I ain't oppressing myself 'cause I ain't a Lesbian, nor ever will I be. So there.

There's a whole story to go along with that, but that's not the one on my mind.

Ok, so I don't know if most of you know this or not, but sometimes I can be just a wee bit emotionally unstable...I get the highest highs and the lowest lows...[insert big grin] and for those of y'all who have been privy you also know that I've come a loooooooong waaay baby. Spiritually, emotionally....just becoming all well rounded and shit. Thing is, in order to do this kind of thing, one of the steps that I've learned is respecting boundaries...creating them, maintaining them and most importantly making sure that they are set to maintain MY utmost well-being. That is NOT to say that they don't allow for the utmost well-being of others, but it is more of a way to make sure that I maintain an overall sense of balance.

All I ask in return from my friends is that you acknowledge and accept those boundaries. That doesn't mean you are not entitled input, but all I ask is for prior communication before you go crossing my boundaries and making me take SERIOUS action against your actions because dammit for every action there is an equal and adverse reaction and guess what...disturb my carefully self created and maintained boundaries in a negative way and the blow will be a mighty one.

I'm really trying to take care of myself in this big old city and people just keep challenging me. Whatever happened to meeting someone...striking up a friendship and having it go on...ah then in that thought comes a whole slew of others.

I got a fortune from some Bocio candy and it said "It is better to deceive yourself about your friends than it is to deceive them."

So, now I gotta go and say, well hey...I kind of trusted that your politics weren't fuqqed up and that you were someone with integrity, but now I must realize my mistake.

Ah, for shame...I HATE WHEN I'M WRONG about PEOPLE. I take it verrrrrrrry personally. Now, see you've gone and crossed my boundaries. I don't like that.

People...get it together.

Ooooh, but I did meet some hot girls this past weekend, one in particular that made my panties sing a song...."I'm singing in the raaaaaiiiin, just singin' in the rain....what a glorious feeling..." hahhahahaa. Man, I have a weakness for a particular population of ladies...I don't mean to, but it is what it is. I acknowledge it...hey I'm working on that whole sensitivity training thing too...but let's just say...I have a thing...and leave it at that.

So anyway, I'm at a Lesbian bar, doing my thing...when the dancer comes out. Why is it that I gotta fall in love ahem, lust with the staff? I'm always gigging on the dancers in the club...sheeeit they're the ones half-nekkid anyway and dancing, so why not? But, I did have to holler at shorty cause she had a ass that made you feel sorry for the elastic in those boy shorts she was wearing. Ooooo Weeeeee.

I love ladies...and I will continually objectify the features on her body that do it for me.

Breasts are God's Way of saying, "Take these and know that you are loved."

Long story short...there are several women in the greater NYC area, specifically Mid-Town with my name alll over dey boooody. LOL.

(2009)