She So Funny

 

I am bubbling with appreciation.  After my last blog entry, a former colleague (who works in a partner program from where I worked) told me he enjoyed the blogs and wanted to send me some money as a “subscription fee.”  He seemed to be concerned about my feelings about being offered money.  I felt bad that he was concerned I might be insulted.  I’m not.  He has always been kind to me, and there’s no reason for me to have mixed feelings about his generosity.  I know the difference.  I’ve received monetary gifts from those who want my silence and from those who just want to feel good about themselves.  There’s a huge difference when someone just wants to help me out.  It’s pure.

 

Joe Biden selected Kamala Harris as VP.  She wasn’t my first choice, but I think  they are a good balance.  A friend once described her as an ass-kicker.  She is.  They won’t be calling her “Sleepy Kamala.”  And she must scare the SHIT out of the orange one.  Biden and Harris have my support.  People, please put aside your specific preferences and vote for Biden.  Puh-leese.  Neither Biden nor Harris would have ruined thousands of children’s lives by separating them from their parents and losing them to be trafficked to a Jeffrey Epstein-type island. 

 

I’m sorry if many of you feel like you have to choose the lesser evil, but please do.  PLEASE.  I don’t think I can bear any more torment by a malignant narcissist.  I’ve painfully learned how dangerous they can be even when not in charge of a country.  It’s no joke.  They have no bottom in terms of how low they are willing to go.  They are willing to F up their own children.  I’ve seen it up close and personal.  My heart is torn over personal narcissistic damage, not just to me but to my dearest loved ones.

 

Narcissists proudly leave a path of destruction.  I’ve learned that the terribly hard way.

Regarding the pandemic, I’m not in the position of having a school-aged child at this time.  I consider myself lucky not to have to handle parenthood in a pandemic.  I’m sure it would be a very challenging time for all.  But I doubt I would risk his life by sending him to school next month.  My son was always more important to me than money.  I wish Trump felt the same.

  

I’m gratefully attending a poetry workshop on line.  It’s one I’d been attending in person for some years on and off when I was able to.  They took it to Zoom during this pandemic.  My computer has no webcam or mic, but the workshop leader, David Elsasser (Happy birthday, David), makes it work for me anyway.  I am truly grateful.  I send him my poem and he screen-shares it.  After all the feedback, we speak on the phone and he puts me on speaker.  He makes it all work out.  It is truly one of the highlights of my week. 

 

I’d been working on a poem addressing the women who act like I’m after their husbands.  It was nuts at one of my previous jobs regarding that.  And even up the block where a woman whose man is a drug dealer seemed to think that.  I was like are you fucking kidding me?  I wanted none of them.  So it was long due for a poem.

 

I was concerned if the poetry workshop folks would get what I’m saying, but they didn’t let me down. ❤💗❤

 

I look forward to returning to comedy again.  I hope I’m still funny.

I just learned a film I acted in several years back is now released and going world-wide!!!  I hope I get discovered by someone in a position to change my financial situation.  I played a substitute teacher.  The director was a lovely man to work with -- Abdu Dandridge.  The film, PRESSURE, is available for rent or purchase.

https://www.freestyledigitalmedia.tv/film/pressure/

https://www.freestyledigitalmedia.tv/film/pressure/?fbclid=IwAR1V6ixhAt6kCX5TOC8qA_MGGq3VWUr7gvRvcqd6j__c9B-enmnR2MYGu3A

 

Big love to CGG-M every day.  💕💕💕💕

 

 

 

 

 

 

Joe Biden's 1994 Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act changed the face of our society. It denied Pell Grants to prison inmates, funded billions for new prisons, incentivised longer sentences in general and established a 3 strikes provision that mandated life incarceration for violent felons with priors.

This "law" in practice super-charged our biased penal system. As a white supremacist tool Biden's law criminalized, convicted and impacted an entire generation.

And yes, Biden is often nostalgic about his work with Southern segregationist. I say all this to say,


This IS recognition of how easy it is to be bamboozled.  My attention was captured by a video of Biden in my twitter feed. The post quoted below is in the article at this link. 


There were numerous replies. Some said the post was doctored. I googled the original video and saw that the clip was NOT doctored just presented OUT OF CONTEXT. The source video offered no comfort to an "alt-right, klan rally." It was in fact the exact opposite!

Biden was responding (in a detailed / long winded way) to a question about his work to PREVENT VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN. The "rule of thumb" was the focus of his reply. That in early England after the death of so many women at the hands of their husbands, it was deemed a man could not  beat his wife with a stick thicker than his thumb.

The etymology may or may not be true, but Biden stated the tradition of  condoning violence against women, came from England - THAT EUROPEAN CULTURE! Not an African culture. Not an Asian culture. That European culture.

The original post has since been deleted, but it's damage has been done. I now suspect EVERYTHING EVER POSTED by this person I followed on YouTube and Twitter. With all the negative he could have said about Joe Biden why choose something so blatantly false?

How many posts have YOU liked or reposted WITHOUT researching the source. Social media + laziness = DEATH.

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Some are dead.  (This would include my father.  We only knew of each other.  I was fortunate for my first eleven years to have a grandfather who cared about me.)

Meet the black, gay, badass pacifist mastermind behind the March on Washington who is finally getting his due.

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Back to the men.  I could be on someone’s list too whose interest I am not aware of.







 

 

 

My penis-free era is going strong.  My buddy advised me to find someone good enough and not to talk with them too much because there’d be a good chance the guy will be an asshole, I’ll get turned off, and that will end that.  He always makes me laugh.

Men and women often don’t even speak the same language.

Our self-images are often distorted.  We aren’t even starting out on equal footing.

There is a married man I’d like to date IF he were single.  He’s passionate, unafraid, smart, not threatened by intelligent and willful women, and has a wonderful sense of humor.  That would be my man Joe.

I saw my ex recently as he and our son took the dog out for an afternoon.  I try to do my very best to keep things civil for our son’s sake.

I find that for some straight men, they are totally defined by not being a woman and not being gay.  It’s ironic because ‘woman’ means ‘not a man,’ yet we don’t spend all day grabbing our tits or checking our ovaries to make sure we didn’t suddenly lose them and become a man while we were distracted.  Maybe it’s the ones I meet, maybe they see me and get overly testosteroney, I don’t know.  In all fairness, I had a woman once falling in love with me and she was like that too.  I must draw them out.  I still have learning and growing to do.  I do know this.

There was a man who I had some fire with, it seemed, but something was awfully lacking.  He’s a smart person and passionate, yet he seemed to have a gap in his growth regarding the opposite sex.  (I know, I know, some of you are thinking yeah, yeah, what’s the point, they all have that gap.)  This gap was bigger than what I am/was accustomed to.  My ex-husband was sexually compatible with me.  Not humanly compatible, so sex ended, but for the years we had it, it was typically very good for both of us.  (If he ever reads my blogs, no matter how much else I might say, he’d feel very proud that I give him and his dick some credit for their performance.)  Anyway, this guy with the serious gap was only an on-line acquaintance.  So anything sexual was via the written word.  I don’t use a webcam or Skype.  I still like not having to look good to be in my living room.  
There are some things that were good the way they were.  The first time we spoke on the subject, I was quite displeased.  As time went on and after voicing what I found so distasteful, I thought maybe it was like a bad first time.  Like someone having a premature ejaculation or something.  His mind jumped too fast.  I let a second chance happen.  He began too far down the road.  I asked him to start earlier in the story.  He got defensive, we argued, that ended that.  I thought there was hope for the third and final time.  He knew I had wine and he told me to pour a glass.  I did and let my guard down to some degree, getting all cozy for what I expected to be a good time.  He spent too much time on what I consider silly and it felt uncomfortable and not sexy – names and checking with me if he may call me this and that, names I don’t find fitting or natural.  It felt like he was uncomfortable and worried about offending me.  But he worried about the wrong things.  He went from pet names to insertion.  Whoa.  I said, “You are skipping over everything I might like.”  He told me to pour more wine.  Wine is good, but it isn’t lubrication.  You’d think he’d have read some articles or a book or something, but it felt like he learned from male-made porn films.  In those, we are not real humans.  The first time I watched male-designed porn, I really gagged and I cried.  The second time, I just sat puzzled at how this could turn anyone on.  Basically a woman drives into a gas station, and then she’s having sexual intercourse with the worker or rather he's just doing it to her.  No anything.  Just gets out of the car and his dick is in her.  It was the only sense I could make of his gap.  I tried to work with the guy.  I said cock was not yet welcome.  Many would have picked up on the 'yet.'  It just wasn't going to work.  He’s talking wine, and I’m thinking, “Wine?! I fuckin’ need chloroform!”