Category Archives: Hate
Afghan Parliament member and NOW declared Presidential candidate…Fawzia Koofi.
She was initially condemned to death by her own family for being born female
(She should’ve KNOWN BETTER! Pssssht!)
and she’s already had a few assassination attempts.
In 2014 she plans to run for President…the very same year
that all foreign troops are supposed to withdraw from the country.
I wish you well Fawzia.
Evil doesn’t take well to those wishing to change it.
RIP Benazir Bhutto
How many of you would describe YOUR love as such?
I “love” this definition, because it pinpoints exactly how I feel and what I mean
when I tell someone I love them.
“I love you”
those three words, to me, mean:
(when I say it)
I will do anything within my power, to be there to any extent in which you may ever need me.
You are, exactly as I desire you. Nothing more, nothing less, in every minute and at every turn.
I appreciate the person that you are.
Your heart, is golden.
Your happiness and well-being is always my concern.
Get on my back, I rise, you rise.
You are important to me.
You are AWESOME!
My shoulders are here for you to lean on, always.
To betray you, would be like stabbing myself, because you are now a part of me.
Thank you, for being you and enriching my life while doing so.
If you are sad or in pain, so am I.
My world, is yours because it’s now ours.
I think Paris Hilton really kicked it off, or at least made it ULTRA trendy to just spit out
Most people who just throw around these words are too toxically in love with
themselves to even know what it truly is to love someone.
Love is almost always confused with:
None of these exist within love.
To love, is to let go.
Love is freedom.
To love is to nurture not suffocate.
Love is respect.
To love is to embrace not segregate.
To love is to want the best for someone not just what’s best for you.
Love is understanding.
To love is to look beyond yourself and your wants to truly focus on another.
Love is gentleness not aggression.
Love never lives in your loins.
Love is powerful.
The wolf that hides behind the sheep of false love…
is what destroys.
I live in a world of distorted perceptions.
Where good intentions are met with attacks
and masked wickedness is met with adulation.
I sit outside of my bubble and watch the world in silence.
and what I see, creates tears in my heart.
Tears may be interpreted in whichever definition comes to you, because it’s all the same.
I travel the world, inside my head and my tunes, a lot.
When I walk through crowds and city streets I always feel like I’m a ghost in a realm
not of my own.
A spirit floating through an altered dimension seeing those around me
with them, unable to see me.
I’m the air.
I have collected some of the best souvenirs along my travels.
Those who have become everlasting friends and permanent fixtures in my happiest of thoughts.
Yesterday, there was a moment where I was jazzed. Pumped. Feeling really good about my present…
The thought: “My life f-in rocks!”
Rushed through my veins.
Then, as all the confetti falls to the floor…
I’m alone again.
Feeling detached from the world and the wavelengths of most around me.
“I’m a fucking monster when all I wanted was something beautiful.”
That’s a line from Meg Myers song, “Monster.”
She’s referring to a relationship but that line’s perfect to describe the way I feel sometimes
because it starts with anger and hurt then ends of with softness and beauty.
And that’s my ying and yang.
My frustration and disgust towards a world that really doesn’t give a shit…
and my heart that wishes, you could open your eyes and begin to see.
Take the time to step towards something greater.
You can never please 100% of the world, but why even bother, when most of the world
doesn’t even give a shit about anything beyond their bubble?
No matter how much I shake it off and push forward…
the darts of the enemies still manage to prick my armor.
If what doesn’t kill you, truly makes you stronger
my God, please SAVE the person that DARE step in my path
when my time has come to really, fuck shit up.
I’ve been in a zone for the last couple of days. Staying mainly inside myself.
In my head. Not really saying much and not wanting any other energy around me but my own.
Today, I went through my friend list on Facebook.
Since I’m in Holland I wanted to tag people, time appropriately for the early AM hours.
I haven’t been down my friend list in a while. When I had more time and energy…
I’d periodically go through it so I’d remember people and write to them if I hadn’t heard from them in
a while. I don’t want people to feel forgotten or unimportant.
However, with all the traveling, the list just grows and becomes quite overwhelming.
Anyhow…what’s COOL about Facebook now is people that DELETE you or put their accounts on hold
I love that, cuz if someone removes themselves, I want to know WHO it is.
I’m very vocal on FB. I speak my mind and my actions (what I’m doing at the moment)
which is mostly for entertainment, but some tight-asses take it to offense.
Sometimes it’s too much for people to stomach, but it’s kinda sad though.
Cuz, it’s ME!
So, if you aren’t accepting what I write or say, then you don’t except/appreciate me…
and that “kinda” hurts?
But whatever, I can’t let that get me down. It’s just rather, “blah” cuz I love and see the brightness in all
of my friends and see our differences as a part of us being individuals.
And you know what? The friends that I’ve lost along the years, through stupid Facebook…ha ha ha
are the ones I’ve known the longest, but who…I guess, never knew the real me?
Or have never had it IN their FACE as loudly as Facebook can provide.
It also gets to me, that the sexy bikini pics and sexual matter I post gets SOOOOO much more attention
then when I put my time, heart and soul into entries that I feel can “make a difference”
Anyways…that entire SPIEL was to explain my status update for today.
I also saw new pics of someone who came off as so amazing, in heart and beauty
who now, is a fraction of the beauty I saw in her, cuz of the inside I’ve discovered.
Crazy how someone can go from a 9 to 3 after you get a taste/knowledge of their rotting cores.
I have many model friends/acquaintances/beautiful people in my life.
I find it sick how just because of the package on the outside, people are willing to over look things and
bend over backwards for someone.
And, the opposite…as well. If a person sees a bum, or someone fat, or someone ugly…
they outcast them. They don’t allow the time to see what’s on the inside.
EVERYONE has a story.
EVERYONE has some kind of struggle…whether small or large…
and I feel a lot is lost by just using ones eye to see the shell and not the soul.
Or in my case, the silliness and playfulness (what some deem as immaturity) before the message and the heart.
There’s so many depressing things in life, I’m sorry if I try to make the light of what I can and LAUGH!
OK. I’m going to shut up now.
If the majority of the world would take the time to see beyond the surface, instead of losing themselves solely in what’s before them…they’d see the poison in some of its flowers and the beauty in some of its thorns. Open your eyes and don’t get lost in the mirage. You’d be surprised at what’s really there.
Unlike what people LOVE to spit out…
prostitution is NOT the oldest profession.
I find it highly ignorant and sheepish to hear this response during discussions of sexual slavery
and forced prostitution.
Like, because it existed A LONG time ago, it should be somewhat accepted?
And also, if these individuals would actually use their BRAINS for once in their simple lives
they’d figure out, that you can’t have a supply without a demand.
Were they whoring themselves out for free?
No, obviously someone ELSE started working and earning some form of payment for this
so-called OLDEST profession.
It is not thee, but yes, it is ONE.
(Sumerian records in 2400 B.C.)
600s B.C. (7th Century B.C.) Legal brothels were set up in China by the stateman-philosopher Kuang Chung as a means for increasing the state’s income.
(Not much different than today’s reason. Glad to see, how far we’ve evolved in our management of commodities,
oh, I mean humans – mainly women)
“A decree of Recared, Catholic king of the Visigoths of Spain (596-601) absolutely prohibited prostitution. Girls and women born of free parents convicted of either practising prostitution, or inducing debauchery, were condemned for the first offence to be flogged (300 strokes) and to be ignominously expelled from the town.”
A woman enters into prostitution (talking about her own free will) usually out of desperation, or as a means to get through the moment and out of certain situations to hopefully gain a better life for her and (usually present)
I don’t believe in punishing the prostitutes.
It’s like lashing punishment on someone who’s already damned.
History and present day ALWAYS punish the women while the men, equally associated, most times walk off with
a slap on the wrist.
Why expect anything more from a world where men are constantly on the role of suppressing women?
The majority of men, whether they wish to admit it or not…
want their women as rag dolls. POSSESSIONS. Items “belonging” to them
who they can order around, who can SERVE them and who are accessible whenever their whims
desire, to please them.
It’s the average. The majority. The typical space within humans, men and women, where you find “evil.”
“Ignorance” and “mindless sheeple.”
A great way to analyze, what’s wrong, is to see how many people are behind it.
The greatest acts of humanity, of selflessness, don’t crowd.
REAL issues are always masked and hardly ever placed on “HIGH alert” and importance.
However, things that “sound” good, that have “sparkle” or is “preached” by a celebrity
are all jumped on without personal research.
How does one fully invest themselves into something without picking it apart from its beginning to end first?
Back to prostitution, if the world would stop fucking fighting and squash their ego trips, races for power
and insatiable GREED we wouldn’t have hunger or desperation because we’d work together as
a whole for the greater good. But, yeah. I know. FAT FUCKING CHANCE.
Which is sad, don’t you think?
If we looked out for one another, people wouldn’t have to turn to desperate measures to “survive.”
I agree with this:
2002-MAY: Nigeria: A man, Sarimu Mohammed, 50, was sentenced to be stoned to death by a court in Jigawa for raping a nine-year-old girl.
I don’t agree with these:
1996-MAR: Afghanistan: Some strict interpretations of Islamic law calls for the death penalty for any woman found in the company of a man other than a close family member. Sexual activity is assumed to have happened. A woman, Jamila, was found guilty of trying to leave the country with such a man. She was caught and stoned to death on 1996-MAR-28
1996-NOV: Afghanistan: Under the previous, Taliban, regime, a woman, Nurbibi, 40, and a man Turylai, 38, were stoned to death in a public assembly using palm-sized stones. They were found guilty of non-marital sex.
However, I DO respect their adherence to their scriptures.
As with most religions, hypocrites are rampant. However, if one enforces the laws of their religion
and also LIVES by their religion 100%.
They have my respect, no matter how disturbing because they are living and acting upon their beliefs.
I’m a FULL supporter of all the way or no way.
You can’t put yourself in 30%-50%-99%
and LASH out your HATE against things you PICK apart in the Bible, etc
and run with while YOU yourself are the worst of sinners, etc.
This is for my Christian Nation Bahamian Haters and others who show such repugnance and venom
towards gays who are usually the most LOVING people you’ll ever meet
because similar to those also oppressed and feeling the sour pangs of
they usually possess open hearts and open minds.
A GREAT person accepts all humans as one, no one above or below, with their own individualities
that aren’t boxed in merely by skin color, sexual orientation or gender.
Really, HOW IGNORANT ARE YOU?!!?!?!?
Exodus 20:14 “You shall not commit adultery.”
Deuteronomy 22:22 “If a man is found sleeping with another man’s wife, both the man who slept with her and the woman must die.“
Leviticus 20:10 “If a man commits adultery with another man’s wife–with the wife of his neighbor–both the adulterer and the adulteress must be put to death.“
So, according to this BIBLE you so like to PULL out and use in your FIGHT WITH the God your wish to “honor”
what say you now? How many of my Bahamian “brethren” with yer “proud” culture of “sweetheartin”
need to be lined up and PUT to DEATH?
How many of you Christian mothers wish to follow the scriptures along with the government and watch your
child be killed because they can’t control their hormones and sexual desires?
STOP placing yourself on this HIGH horse of playing “God” through a damn BOOK!
The world and its ills is so simple yet you choose to complicate it with your beliefs and religions.
In other news: Like, OMG! I just discovered the “Kitchen Sink” button on WordPress!!!!
I’ve had a go back option and document editing capabilities!?!?!? ALL THIS TIME?!?!?!!? AAAACK!
Anyone else wish to share what other amazing things I may be missing in my blogging experience?
Thanks for your time.
This entry took about 2 hours. Some, take longer than that. I still have the one I spoke about a few
entries before. But, it’s a BIGGY…I was actually in the middle of doing it
when my mind spun off to this.
Maybe I’ll never get it done and have it spun off in sections instead. Only time will tell.
Whatever flows, is what will be delivered.
Here’s the song I’ve been listening to on loop.
((I need to put a constant in my head so my mind stays as focused as it’s gonna get.))
The Chanderlust Mantra
To anyone who judges, assumes and gossips about my life.
Whatever you say
Will roll off my back
I do as I please
And never look back
Don’t owe you a thing
And you don’t pay my bills
So I’ll go where I want
And do what I will
I am who I am
And wish to be free
So without restraints
I chose to be me.
Don’t hate me cuz you can’t
Don’t spread what you assume
Just leave me from your thoughts
And continue through life under your fake costumes.
If you ever want to know
I’m always willing to tell
But if you just wish to pry
I’ll just bid you farewell.
as I continue to