“Cheaters”

The terminal was pretty much deserted.  Should’ve been, it was way before sunrise and much much later than sunset.  Echoing, footsteps.  Mine, as I enjoyed the reflecting images of self looking back at me while passing the glass encased displays.  Narcissist?  You don’t even understand the depth of the word.  Love yourself first before you even attempt to get another to shared the love with.

Steppin’ through the sliding doors the marine layer felt good.  Slipping into the…  “Tesla”, an electric car I’d wanted to experience for sometime, ‘cept.  Mat, also known by the government name “Maltida” was straight out ‘ol school, preferring a gas guzzling Jag.  No matter, she had arrived, on time and in perfect presentation.  The greetings was steps above where I had descend to.  Broke, down but not ever out.  Game…  Always recognized by same, she made all the arrangements.  Inclusive of the air transport, and now.  Here she set.  Engine, purred, almost silent.  Car gleaming like a highly polished stone.  She smiled, I inhaled.  First words always the words establishing the tone.  Her’s, “Why do men cheat“.

Merging onto the freeway she shifted gears with a refined smoothness.  Let me know she’d been doin’ this for quite sometime, just like my answer that came without hesitation.  “Because of the attraction“.  It spoke volumes.  But…  She was so tuned, anticipating more, she wasn’t on my frequency.  The blank stare etched on her face, in-line with her thoughts said it all.  She wanted the fifty dollar response not the five dollar one.  Glancing, I followed the look with a soft touch of my fingertips on her thigh.  She bit.  Sighed seductively, rotated her neck then, beamed.  All I could say was, “got ‘cha“.  Confusion replaced the signs of emotional pleasure, I was now being dialed in.

Cheating, Cheaters, an activity participated in because of an attraction.  Signifying something is missing between He and She.  Some of those caught up in this rotation are hard-wired.  Seek to find and seduce with the ultimate resolve being sexual.  Others.  Placate themselves, create a multitude of reasons for wanting another.  Justify it by publicly, professing the engagement is…  Just to talk.  I can do that also and come back with, “even if the connection doesn’t conclude with getting between the sheet, you’ve still engaged another splitting  your time and focus“.

Cheating comes in various levels and degrees.  Finding yourself in the dynamic either as the Advancer or…  The one left alone to glance, imagine from a distance as you consider the psychological impacts experienced by either is the same.  You’ve been deduced to contemplate, “What have I done, what is missing“.

Mat had all the things relationships are typically based on.  A home, a beautiful car, mad money, a professional position.  Attributes that say, “I’ve arrived, I’ve got it like that“.  Truth Be Told, material things, don’t mean a thing.  Remove one factor and the X Factor rises.  Real Talk, the X Factor wasn’t ever removed.  When He and She meet, the excitement is all in the air, it’s everywhere.  Magic is happening.  Time passes, things experienced, you’re in the post-designed zone.  Both settle in.  Big mistake.

All relationships reach a Peak.  The Valley, (to keep within the analogy), had to have been traversed to even see that their would be a Peak.  During this stroll within the Valley, a check and balance period should have occurred.  But…  “You though you had it altogether”, just forgot, Murphys’ Law.

Like nature, seasons change, so do the attitudes, impressions and reasons for being when engaged in a relationship.  Change, being constant doesn’t mean it’s all good.  Attitudes, they come good and they go bad.  Impressions.  One morning the coffee is made, presented prior to the day beginning.  Over time, lackadaisical manners become the order of the day.  One or the other doesn’t wanna do what they once did.  The stage…  Has been set for discord and it’s not all due to the coffee no longer being offered.  Life is bigger than what most think.  Serving the coffee, just a metaphor.  Baseline fact, it’s not always about “you”.

Scientists says FOLK cheat because…  With the male, they are spreading their seeds guaranteeing the extension of their line.  Female…  Same.  The female just takes it a little bit further in qualifying he who she wants to be with, and; I can work with this also.  Biology has a lot to do with whatever is goin’ on between the sexes.  Still, doesn’t negate the simple reasons either.

When I stroked Mat’s thigh, she drifted.  I didn’t.  ‘Ol school G, as in (Girl).  Classic, like me.  ‘Cept, she ushered in another dimension to the classic platform.  Call it, predictable.  Just because someone hold to the classic principle doesn’t necessarily mean they have Class.  Class is defined by personal integrity.  Being true to self.  Don’t attempt to help or be with the kind ’til you know the self.  I know me.  Thigh action in play but…  Had no interest in sexing down Mat.  Move, executed to push a point.  She responded based on the lack of interest which she’d been living with for far too long.  Biologically driven respond?  And a ‘lil environmental thing goin’ on too.   The time of night she appeared to picked me up.  The atmospheric conditions.  Close quarters creating a scintillating experience.  Images she’d absorbed via the Silver Screen during all those years prior to become a woman.  Eventual alignment to another.   (Man in this case).  All factors supporting the unforeseen X Factors.

Why do we cheat?  Because.  Something is missing.  The attraction has been lessen.  Solution.  Pay attention, do what ‘cha do and take cared of self and maybe…  Just maybe, those urges won’t rise to the surface where you and yours are concerned, and..  Wanna go play next door.

Psssss;  Down play my words, assume much and…  You’ll take it to the grave.  Not ever realizing it wasn’t just about you.  This world we live in, social in order.  Anyone can do it alone, but.  You aren’t ever…  Alone.  I like coffee every once in a while before I rise to engage my day.  She…  Enjoys the flowers and when they can’t be purchased from the flower shop.  Don’t stop.  Pull up, pick from the garden of the many houses dotting the highways and byways of this world.  Just remember one thing.  Ask before you take so if any negativity emerges from your point of acquisition, you won’t take it back to your significant other.  Adding to an already fragile platform.

Pssssssssss; Trending reasons why “she” steps outside the primary relationship.

1)  In a transitional state

2)  Lack of attention by primary other

3)  It’s all over

4)  No more fun

5)  Boring, boring, bored

Pole Dancer

“Man I was readin’ your words and I need some answers.  My wife, she done changed, I mean.  I ain’t even knowin’ who she is anymore.“

When anyone talks, you hear ‘em, which is one thing.  It’s when you listen that you start lockin’ into the gist.  Listening gives you the real required for understanding leading to true evaluating of what has been said.

My Boye, suffered, and he alone was adrift in this state of conflict.  As for Wifey, the woman he married.  She was still…  the woman he married, the difference resided in his inability to accept what she was.  Ceremony, long past gone, marriage solidified, on paper that is, Wifey slipped into the outfit she always carried.  Straight took over.  The flagship Benz, assumption of ownership was merely a formality.  The house, never became a home.  It wasn’t ever in her DNA.  She resided there but.  Staying put, being “Suzy Homemaker” wasn’t about to happen.  Professionally, she publicly defined who she was and this was what she did which.  Had he’d been payin’ attention, would have told him who she’d be, once.  He completed his journey pretending.

Oh yes, males, they love to morph, becoming the proverbial “Capt’n Save A Ho“.  And yes, she recognized him way before he presented her with that ring, seeking her hand in marriage.  So many think they know but…  They ain’t knowin’.

Get mad, incorporate that word again, call me a sexist, so what.  This isn’t just about a woman who took to the pole.  When you take one off “The Pole”, give them a spot while surrounding them with all the accoutrements of success; (think comes as a result of).  What do you expect.  When one dances for a living, and takes the dance to another level incorporating the “Famous Pole“, you get what ‘cha see.

Mentalities, they can change but if it’s in you and this is what you’ve accepted as you, those other aspects of you will not rise.  Wifey in this situation wasn’t wrong.  She continued to do what she did.  Stayin’ home wasn’t a part of the script she signed up for and it didn’t matter how much work ‘Ol Boye put in attempting to change her.  She was and probably still is, what I know as a “Hope ‘ta die, Stripper“.

In life we hear somebody or another sprouting out with this all the time.  “I’m only doin’ this to make ends meet.  I’m a professional and this is my profession.“  I’m cool with this because.  I know the elements of communications.  I don’t only hear, I listen too.  If a female, one I’ve met while spending huge sums of money enjoying some visual pleasures provided by her as she performed while being the star.  One on stage for anyone’s amusement, I’d expect nothin’ more than what I’d get at the conclusion of her shift.  And…  if I was so caught up, rushed with the quickness to lock “her” down by way of matrimony, after being served the punanna, well.  When she opted to take my Benz, forego maintaining the Hacienda, so ‘uckin’ what.  This is what she does.  My Boye, sobbin’, tellin’ his tale, I couldn’t help but feel my empathy rise.  But show compassion…  I’m not built like that.

Everyone is talking about being a success but very few understand how to live with success.  This is to say, know who you are before you attempt to step out and engage with those you think; are.  Life as it is defined is all about illusions.  Many are out there, on display and few know to what extent they are in rotation on a daily basis.  Nor are most willing to accept how that display will impact those who…  Watch.  Sounds fairly easy you say? Like my Boye, you’ve probably had your head bumped a couple times too.

Everything we do in life requires work.  Society uses many clever rhymes and riddles to push their points and positions.  These catch phrases are typically disguised as metaphors.  The confusion comes because when these metaphors are recited, way too many haven’t a clue.  They hear, but again, ain’t even tryin’ to listen.  They have no time.  They see and want, not ever knowing what is required to have.  Again, don’t say, “I put in work“, (another of those metaphors) when you haven’t any idea what work will be required.

If and when you see the Pole Dancer, watch ‘em, no matter if it’s He or She.  They shake ‘dat ass, spin on that pole, you think they are looking at you alone, when.  The reality is, they’re lookin’ straight through you.  Eyes forever positioned, maintaining contact with you, the transfixed one.   The one who shouldn’t be so caught up in their own hype.  You who doesn’t know, The Pole Dancer understands the full reaching effects of their rhythmatic motions because.  The one who employed them definitely knew what it would take for them to separate you from your money and.  Briefed ‘em goin’ into the profession way before you ever made your physical appearance known.  And you say, “Game recognize Game“.

The Game, I said long back when, “The Game, it’s meant to be sold, not told“, but.  You wasn’t listening.  Many felt if it’s free it has no value.  Ain’t nothin’ free, I’m giving you The Game because the level of The Game I spread, your way.  Well, merely a prelude to…  Recognizing Game.  Real Talk, I wouldn’t engage a Pole Dancer to the extent my Boye has and not because I cannot be moved to the level he found himself lodged on.  “One ‘mo time for those who are listening. Real Talk for Real FOLK“, I’m human also.  It is in being human that I feel the full attraction inherit with “Carnal Knowledge“.  Pole Dancer, “Freakoziod“.  Psychologically reduced to this position based on a particular set of avoidable circumstances.  But.  They are in it as a result of one seeking success while not knowin’ how to live successfully.  And no, I don’t discriminatory.  I know successful ones.  Those from the corporate world who are also caught up in The Game.  Wasting their hard earned monies chasing like dreams too.  It doesn’t matter the position in life, anyone can get caught up.

Recently I ran across a book written during a war.  My Pops was in North Africa and spent a lot of time traveling to Italy where he was treated like a King.  Received this way because, he happened to be one of the Ones who other ones said to, “keep far away from, far far away from”.  Based on his personally acquired knowledge bank, the score, was pre-revealed to him.  He used it to his benefit.  The book he compiled was about how to deal when exposed to anyone remotely aware of their power to seduce.  A book he brought home and locked away in his trunk.  I guess my Moms didn’t want me, their child to know they knew about such things.  I found all this funny because.  I, like many have brothers and sisters.  You can’t go anywhere in this world and not see others who look like you.  Seeing these others it’s apparent they weren’t created by snapping’ one’s fingers, praying for kids.  But…  A las, Moms and Pops kept this knowledge of self and kind hidden from…  Their kind.  Just think, if they’d of made me privy to what I should have known, maybe.  Just maybe I wouldn’t have ended up havin’ to own all these things acquired, being where I didn’t belong.

Life, it’s not about being a success its knowing how to live with success.  As for my Boye.  Wifey onto him, she’s driving the Benz, livin’ large in the home he already owned before she came into the picture.  Difference today, she’s slept with most of his crew and still remains the owner of all he bestowed upon her minus his presence.  And…  He’s mad.

My thing is, use one of those clever cliché being slung about.  “Don’t hate The Playa, hate The Game“, but.  I really understand this phrase also.  The Playa’ as in (Pole Dancer”) morphed.  What you have today is a prime example of where The Game has been elevated to so…  The words, like the Pole Dancer are a hybrid of what is.  To stay ahead of anything you’ve gotta know yourself.  Don’t matter if you marry a corporate type, a religious type or…  Just someone who is seeking one.  When you are caught-up in anybody’s else’s life, you’ll never get it right.  Learn to live before you seek success.  You might realize something while understand another thing.  You are, who you are.  Everybody else, they’re a replica of what your designs are thought to be.

Psssss;  “Fancy Dresser“, go into my archives.  Find it.  Marinate on those words from way back when.  You’ll probably see a collation.  Like expressed previously, “Ain’t a damn thang changed, just been re-arranged“.  Get with it and don’t even try to mess with it.  Feel me…

“The Hunt”

   

    What do U do when the Cats’ away?  Personally, I’ve never ascribed to being the prey so…  I continue along my way!

Super Bowl time.  NBA All Star Weekend.  NASCAR, Formula One Racing.  OSCAR Sunday, AMA, nothin’ organized receives a pass.  Men, their clubs, all appear inclusive but The Real is; Where women are concerned, ignore ‘em and…  Let’s get this party started!

“Big Willie Time“, what the hell is this?  Many got it twisted as it has nothin’ to do with Will Smith and his annual Summertime Block Buster Big Screen Premier.

A Cat said to me, “Man all I gotta do is keep servin’ her with Big Willie and“.  And what; according to Mother Nature she’s imprinted coding within everybody’s DNA, creating a chronological time-table which won’t be altered.  Even with genetic manipulation, you can’t touch her designs.  In effect, doesn’t matter how one is built, eventually, the sex drive is gonna decrease.  Drop like a bomb with the collateral damage being of such devastation everybody assuming inclusion is gonna feel the burn.

Big Willie, Tee Tee time, as it goes for He.  Punanna, The Kitty if speaking of She.  And the beat goes on.  We, as a species, despite the culture or sub-culture arising from, all think they’ve got it like that.  The collective consensus; “Time ain’t got nothin’ on me“.     Real Talk, that’s exactly why when the Cats’ away, I’ve learned this is the time to enjoy all of the opposite sex that “use’ta” come my way.

The Hunt, what is this?  It’s a dynamic that comes into play because of the failure to see “who’s” right before your eyes.

The Hunt, trending definition; according to CNN, CBS NEWS, Howard Stern, MSNBC, FOX, ABC, and all the others included.  A good clean fun Adult Activity, Outdoorsmen droppin’ 10k plus to hunt naked women, every man’s fantasy comin’ true, biggest story in the world alarming women’s groups, but…  It’s not stoppin’ and these men have no idea who’s flipped the script with their “private reserve” staring in the role of…  The Hunted.

Just broke off a convo with a Learned Elder.  Published to be exact.  The gist; they’ve got a client who can’t get past the fact that their significant other dumped them.  Said this client busted the other peeking through a window of the home they no longer occupy and…  “This is proof, she wants a return to forever”.  As I said to this Learned Elder I’ll say here.  Forever has come and gone, what “he’s” waiting on, and since it’s based on his ability to “serve Big Willie”, her return to their memories was merely a Recon mission.  Recon…  A step to re-load on the facts needed to continue her push into his pocket via judicial proceedings.

Hard stuff to handle?  Don’t trip, most can’t fathom or accept when they are left by the curb, abandoned.  Deserted, and usually for another.  This is one of those “dirty mat facts” of relationships that many aren’t ready to recognize.  I believe it’s a lot like that sex addiction thing.  Because it’s not a definition arrived at by the “Powers That Be”, it’s not a recognized reality.  (See, Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders through AMA)

Reality, a good choice of words.  Reality in this sense “is”, where as perceived reality is assumed to be subjective.  Again, to me, “B.S.”.  Reality no matter how it was arrived at or derived to, “is”.

Mis-education is usually the source of much of the confusion encountered in…  This walk within life.  Your life, my life, any life.  Ignorance, refusal to recognize the needs of your better half, just leads to more…  Mis-understanding of what needs to be.  Like, payin’ attention and not seeking attention in those divisional activities such as…  Bowl Games and other self-serving adventures people seems to gravitate to.

Maintain focus on this; Hypersexual Disorder.  Coming soon to a Trend near you.  These are the operative words when speaking about sexually compulsive addiction like those I’ve tied in to push my points.  The Hunt, it has a direct connection when seeking a “Hook-Up” no matter the sex of the one involved.  And, if you miss it, say it isn’t so, well…  Keep on with what ‘cha do.

Everyone wants accolades.  The psychological need to be recognized publicly for those achievements becomes paramount.  Social environments set up every conceivable way to pacify this demand, but.  Not at the expense of…  Right, the one you’ve decided to be with.  And…  Not even Big Willie, Punanna served after the fact will clean up or make up for your mis-step.  Remember, I do this and don’t just speak on it.

Society, those who make it up hide behind everything conceivable.  Society is so ‘Ucked-up it’s amazing we’ve lived this long.  Snatch that and in its place, lets go with this.  We aren’t livin’, just existing.  Like animals, following a herd led by those who don’t have our best interest at heart.  (see any history of man, mankind in rotation in their defined environment along with those environs).

Secret Stuff, AKA;

 Suggestions when you are at one of those events and you get the feeling your other half is partaking in The Hunt.

1.  First accept your part in creating this, maneuver.  Correction, invite your other half into your real world.  Even if they haven’t shown a particular like in sports, offer them the option.   And not just as a tag along.  “Don’t know a ‘thang about the activity”, play nice, bring ‘em up to speed.  Then again by taking your significant other to your event only to realize it is populated with a majority opposite sex.  Kick your Game up by thinking outside the box.

2.  Surprised since you’ve “opened up”.  Found out your significant other has a dark side.  Let’s call it, “eclectic social views” and opts for your invite with one of those mischievous looks.  Hubby, Wifey, you never know what will re-ignite the home fires, but…  Keep assuming, leaving ‘em out the loop and you will definitely drown out your image in their “field of fantasy”.

3.  Two is enough.  Now is the time for you to incorporate your own skills.  Take what is and build on it.  Don’t ‘cha hate these “How To Guides”.  Maybe that’s why when those of you who focus on the activities mentioned, The Hunt becomes…  Exciting.

Psssss;  Stop cryin’ cause you’ve finally recognized yourself.  Maybe now the change will come minus a mere…  Re-arrange.

Pssssssssss; For those still lost in allusion on The Hunt, especially after I injected other dynamics you didn’t anticipate.  When you think you are enjoying those events I mention, even if your significant other tags along, don’t believe the hype.  Roman Eyes, Russian Fingers, not just a play on words.  Use that higher intellect of yours.  Figure it out cause it’s right before your eyes.  And…  I’m still The Hunter, feel me.

The “F” Word; Hummm…

Starbucks, “The International Espresso Cafe”, both directly across the street from where she and I sipped our afternoon delights.  She, every now and then stole a glance of “Yours Truly“, and way before she knew that I knew I was being watched, I watched.

Blowin’ the steam from my drink while maintaining the mental interest reflected within my eyes, knowing that attention was everywhere but…  In her direction.  This action spawned a pro-action as we both blew the steam from our cups and smiled as we caught the sight of each other peering from up under our eyebrows.  She allowed her nostrils one half of a stimulating flare, then.  Blinked slowly as the lips spread completing her smile, and I.  Positioned my head to the left as my eyes looked to the right, only this time, minus the under-eyebrow look.  No, this time I opted for the balanced eye optical stare.  We both laugh.  That’s when she asked me why is it that Irish born in America refer to themselves as Irish-Americans just as second Gen. Italians born in American do just the same, but.  When those with the same heritage as mine attempt to claim national pride a collective sigh goes up and we are demanded to stop being so racist.

Lookin’ down into her cup of hot Java, steam rising, encompassing her head, eyes still fixed on me, she wasn’t about to wait on an answer.  Privately she knew I knew I wasn’t made by those who claim to “know of me”.  And in being such a “G“, I could care less about those on the outside hoping to get a glimpse of what was really goin’ on within.  We continued to flirt.

She was a client, married just as I.  The wedding ring signifying the union between she and the one committed to, expressed everything but a bond of enslavement.  Oh yeah, it was a rock most would have assumed only purchasable by those of Celeb status.  Which is to say, this union was one of mutual admiration.  Same can be defined when considering the dynamics identified when…  Engaged in the Flirt.

What are those dynamics?  Simply said, confidence in self.  Pleased in who you are in relations to where you may find yourself.  Recognition of the one you’ve sighted who has graciously and most commandingly expressed those same characteristics in a non-intrusive way, saying.  “You flirt?  I flirt.  Shall we…  Flirt?“

Because of the restrictive nature of Western Society and…  To a larger extent, every other societies who thinks they are the chosen ones and their ways are the only ways.  When any of theirs and those who aren’t have been discovered as having a penchant to flirt, they are collectively frowned upon.  It’s said this is a behavior that leads to other things that should be left outside of, “your thing“.  Whenever my ears pick up on this, I wonder to myself; If it wasn’t for the flirt how in the hell would any of us have arrived?  Oh yeah, it all began with one or the other’s willingness to smile and profile.  Wink and steal a peek.

I once took a moment to absorb the slipping on of a shoe.  This “dress rehearsal” was being done by a woman who wasn’t mine, and… The woman with me, having noticed my observation of the mechanics of the woman in action.  Immediately went into full reactive mode.  Striking me.  Articulating how dare I diss her like that.  Not shocked at the strike but conscious of the source of her madness, I didn’t take my eyes off of the shoeless foot, but…  Managed to say.  “If it was your foot, exposed.  Bare.  In sight of public viewing.  Smooth like that, void of all ash because you weren’t about to be caught out, trying on shoes without remembering to lotion up way before you even considered steppin’ out.  Wouldn’t you be pleased someone took the time to…  Admire you?“  Mind you, I said all this without looking at the one who assumed she had been dissed.  Flirt.  Two hit with one shot.

The one I was with, relaxed, retracted the claws while snuggling closer to me.  A “white flag” so she thought I thought.  I knew this to be straight out embarrassment.  Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.  The one who was shoeless, aware of her display, smiled, calf muscles appeared to ease-up on the tension allowing for the toes to sorta’ flex as she twirled her ankle around just a ‘lil more.  When she reached down and ran her fingers along her thigh, as if to keep ‘em from parting.  I knew she knew, the flirt.

Flirt, it’s a two way thing.  What makes it a dumb move is when it is a forced thing.  Like most methods of personal communications, identification of the positive receptiveness should be first and foremost. But…  Like most things sensual, Moms and Pops didn’t tell ‘ya all about this aspect of life.

FOLK assume when one flirts they have “evil-in” and are comin’ from some dark place.  I ask, why does everything have to start with a negative connotation?  Life is two fold and evil is evident just as good is.  Now, tell me something I don’t know.  With this being the operative factor why can’t the flirt just be comin’ from an initial positive combustible source?

Males have often approached my pre-disposition to the flirt, usually with a show of total disdain, and.  I wouldn’t change my flow regardless of what they assumed.  Now those who’ve engaged me in deeper dialogue.  Seeking clarification on my motivations, somehow, achieved a higher level of…  Understanding.  Mainly because they’ve wanted to do the same, just didn’t have the insight on self to attempt the; flirt.

In controlling the masses as in people, society, etc, the initial move is to recognize the influence.  In my circle it’s not about control but.  Influence.  Same points of demarcation just a difference  in sequential order.  Not just of kind but.  Right, the self.  When happiness is the operative factor it’s easy to recognize the components making life open up those areas where happiness can be extracted.  Exactly why I sipped the “hot stuff” while knowin’ “Hot Stuff” was seated right in front of me.  More so, knowin’ that while I was shopping with one woman and took the time to notice another, neither.  At least once both knew why  the attraction was there in the first place knew I meant no disrespect regardless of our new place.

To “Dial It Down” just a ‘lil bit mo, the one I was shopping had to ‘fess-up to herself and recognize the flirt was how we came to be from day one.  Exactly like the one I sipped with knew I knew that regardless of who “they” thought I was.  No matter who “they” thought I was ‘pose to be, I was still.  Gonna be me.  Which is probably why she noticed me amongst all the other’s who wanted to be!

“Age restrictions on the Flirt, are there?“  Most assuredly.  Especially so if you are focused on those on the outside lookin’ in.  8 to eighty, some cripple, others maybe blind, still none of this should prevent you from enjoying your life.  The flirt should be perceived as another level of confirmation of life’s ‘lil pleasures.  One thing I know should be kept in mind is the age appropriation concept when doin’ anything.  This can best be pointed to using a quick analogy.  “Babies don’t drive automobiles, at least not before their time.”  Same holds true to the Flirt.  All things are best when maintained within their environment.  If you are locked into a wheelchair don’t even consider steppin’ to the supple, sexually provocative one.  First it’s not gonna work.  Oh you may be looked upon as cute, but.  Monkeys and Baboons got a monopoly on cute.  Factor this in and ask yourself this; “Is this where I wanna fit in?“

“Whoa, I’m the other half to an item, can I flirt?“  What is this item thing?  Sounds as if you can easily be grabbed off a shelf and replaced.  From canned to cloned, the end result is a derivative from the same process.  The Flirt is not anything confined because you find yourself committed to another.  Oh yes, I understand some are challenged and refer to themselves as “items”.  With me, I’m not a line item and won’t ever subscribe to such.  While circulating one day, a woman standing behind the window display couldn’t get out the door quick enough to.  As she thought, put me in my place because she assumed I was engaged in flirting with her.  While she attempted to make her point up comes the “attraction of my heart”.  Feelin’ the intensity of the vibe she connects her arm into mine and says.  “Are you married and if not, can I steal you for a moment?  Oh it will only be for a moment, if my husband came around he’d probably wanna do some threesome thing and I’m just not into it.  At least not today.”  Ladies and Gents, I give you Wifey.

The sales associate who felt she had to rush outside, putting me in my place had no idea who I was.  What she functioned from was a script provided by her handlers.  Her mind, like a movie had already been pre-empted.  She assumed my probing eyes which were focused on the mannequin had to have been trained on her, and.  Disrobing in some sense.  Luckily for her, Wifey intervened, saving ‘dat ass.

The Flirt, all transitional.  Sorta’ as a means of emotional/psychological progression.  Hence, even if I was “teasing” this sales associate, it wasn’t her place to slide into mine.  “Truth Be Told“, she was way outta line and Wifey gave her a pass.  Only because she knew the content of this woman’s vision.  Much like The Flirt.  Even when married, when you know who you are it’s a behavior allowing you to smile with what you are.  Mainly because The Flirt ain’t makin’ you or anybody else move off their spot.  That only happens when there is no dawn, only darkness.

Psssss;  When you don’t wanna be perceived as anything “they’ve“  categorized you to be, reflect and accept what you are meant to be.  I was rogue before it became trendy.  I was out side the box before most even knew they were boxed.  What I didn’t know was.  It takes time to define before you can.  Refine.  Flirt anyone…

Bang. Bang Bang; Wife Swap, Polyamorous, Alternative Endings…

              

Bang.  Bang Bang!  The former being the singular when heard piercing the stratosphere.  Reverberations.  Makes FOLK assume a gun has been shot.  With the three following one another in such rapid succession, signifying a volley, it’s safe to say the third shot was discharged for…  Good measures.  This being the case and…  If so, while keeping everything in context, the initial shot was released to.  Ease the pain because of what was started in the first place.  Oh yeah, that second shot.  Kill shot.  All day and in every way.  Expired as a guarantee.  One gun, three shots fired.  He to She, her at him.  Perfect conclusion of human compatibility when things no longer have that personal luster.

Today they use the term “Bling“.  Expressed to signify a piece of…  Hummm.  Back-In-The-Day I used the term “Je’Els“.  Six of this half ‘ah dozen of that, terminology changes but it all remains the same.  Everybody is seeking ownership.  My thing is, “who’s really ready to accept the ownership of what they’ve created”.  And now this…  The allegedly latest trend in social engagement.  “Wife Swapping, Polyamorous LifeStyles“.

When “Youngsta‘” approached, seeking a brighter horizon which would provide him clarity on this so called new extraordinary method of “keepin’ the home fires burnin’“, he came to me not only irate but visibly confused.  Opening his greeting to me with,  “Say O.G“, and upon hearing this, I knew.  Knew it was time, to “Reach One, Teach One, Be One“.  And since I was already “The One“, raise another one.  Yes, once again, my door was closed but I still heard the knock.  Called upon to teach another one.

Everything I do starts with thought.  ICHAS8440 spawned from the same mindset.  My destination along the road I’d take you on had already been identified.  Personal goal, simple.  To enhance the lives of He ‘an She based on what I know in relation to who I am.  Way down the road, glancin’ back, I’ve pretty much accomplished this while witnessing something else peeking out at me.  He, She.  Family, aka “FAM“, friendship, significant other, cohabitants.  All the words spread by others describing what people do when trying to find the best way to…  Co-exist.  Society and all its people seem to be meaningless while trying to define what is!  What motivates one to engage the other has casually been reduced to nothin’ more than a physical thang.  As it is said, sex sells, and…  By all indicators it’s the driving force of man and its kind.

These blogs I’ve produced, come minus an audio feed a la podcast.  Text is supreme.  My choice medium for clear articulation of my thoughts and the ancient philosophy known as CHALO©.  Some pay attention to the words.  Absorbing them and rising with the knowledge expressively contained.  But…  It’s the inclusion of those base graphics that draw the attention of the masses.  Yes, those stimulating pics.  Injected as a compliment, designed to advance the process of thought.  With a few, my target has been met.  Whereas the many, no development.  Much like the title or subject matter used to bring attention to this piece.

What’s trending today with regard to relationships, wife swapping, etc, etc.  Nothing is new from my perspective.  Just like my understanding of the demographics identified to please the psycho/emotional palate of my intended audience.  As for Polyamorous activities, stay with me, I’ll get to that.  As for Alternative Endings, continue and you’ll recognize the built-in tragedies which flow with Alternative Lifestyles.

As a lead-in let me put this out there.  During a previous moment in my walk of exploration, and only after an attempt was mounted to suck the life outta me, “she”…  In catching her breath with her head laying across my chest, looked over her eyebrows, posed for that moment.  Hoping to move me off my center base with her look of inspiration, and said.  “You are a swinger.”  As smoothly as she made this move, I wasn’t feelin’ her.  Maybe she didn’t fully accept my dismissal of her long ago, of which…  Was something anyone would have acknowledged knowing I wouldn’t exchange words while she, “performed”, but.  Such is the result of one functioning from a position relaying on selective consciousness.  Because of this, I can only conclude.  She was feeding and everything else…  Wasn’t important.  Which is why she kept runnin’ her mouth in her moment of digestion, sayin’.  “You like this sorta’ thing, this lifestyle you’re in.  You think you’re all that.  You ain’t no king, I hope you know this.”

Again, barbarism isn’t me, but.  If she’d of been able to read minds like me she’d of known my thoughts to be.  “You do better focusing on the protein diet you’ve been swallowing like a hungry Momma bear lappin’ up honey rather than attempting to psychoanalyze me cause I really don’t give a fuck.”

People, their ways and persuasions.  When one thing fails, they have a strong tendency to morph into things they haven’t fully considered.  Like this trending Wife Swapping.

A ‘lil mo Intel.  She was married and tried to convince me she had been emotionally abandoned.  Psychologically dismissed by Hubby.  Time spent with “yours truly”, was all based on Hubby driving her into another’s realm.   “Luckily I found you, you’re safe“.  yes, I’m safe and just fell off a banana boat.  Yes, drawn to the “Heater Head” abilities of another, I elected myself so I’m as much to blame as she.  But…  This move, her audacity to try to take me into this dark place she maintained; Please.  Her Alternative Ending would not be anything I’d share in.  Just like the alternatives of whatever another assumes intimacy will be once they step to another.  Seeking some sort of alternative satisfaction.  It won’t turn out as imagined either.  And since I’ve peeled back this layer let me add some more reference Intel.

Another, extremely close to me.  So extreme, reached out and let me know a change was being made to her lifestyles.  She, during one of those moments of reflection decided to move in the direction of polyamorous activities.  A conclusion arrived at because…  As she so eloquently said, “We evolved from this remember“.  I heard her but…  I didn’t recall any of this, and.  Rather than become caught-up in “who knew what we were really doin’ Back-In-The-Day”, I knew it’d be best to recluse myself.  Besides, why engage in a conversation where the other functions from a position regulated by narrow focus.

Poly is Greek in origin and means several.  The latter part of the word “amor” is Latin and means love.  There was no several where I was concerned with any of my previous engagements.  Nor was there love for any others even thinking about gettin’ with any of the women I happened to be with.  Especially from my point of perception.  And…  Before I forget, poly comin’ from the Greeks, a nation arriving at a point of consciousness whose main focus was to keep up all sorts of mystical chasing shit, tell me one thing.  They were all up in perverted stuff. That’s what cultures do once they’ve reach the height of their experimentation into total division and conquering of others.  But…  Back to the topics at point.

My Ex. like others, after the passage of time in this Polyamorous move, ran into a serious situation.  All the so called parties in agreement began to opt out in a violent way.  Beginning with exposing and working with their true beliefs.  Those parts of a contract between He and She that never reveal itself until satisfaction can be reaped by the one it benefits.  Still, she survived the “Bang Bang Bang” episode.  Un Hummm, mad gunfire discharged by those who were ‘pose to be obliging cohorts.  Funny thing was, it didn’t matter the station (s) in life of those involved, none were about to let the other have what was assumingly theirs.  Call me old fashion, tell me I’m antiquated, right about now, I’d say, ‘uck you.

When I was comin’ up I didn’t refer to women as “bitches” unless I was dealin’ with a bitch.  Today, women call themselves, each other; bitches.  What I trip off of when hearing this is.  The defining traits of a bitch are the same today as yesterday, which tells anyone who’s aware, ain’t nothing changed.  Much like the wife swapping and all the alternative lifestyle activities that are considered something new.  In trippin’ down this destructive road my Ex was blessed.  Blessed to miss the demise of her life and based on this pass alone, she’d better recognize what the agenda of the other partner (s) is before she commits to any change in lifestyle, if.  She decides to make it a double entry again.

Words are fine but.  Reach back, way back into your mind and pull up the category where intuition has been shelved.  An innate ability long forgotten as a result of what the “social orientation” from the beginning was really all about.  Do this and you’ll have the source needed to evaluate what your people of choice really are about.  When I was doin’ it like I did, my insight was tight.  Providing me with an ability to spot those who would and could participate in my carnal choices way before they entered my space.  And think, recently our esteemed scientist published a report confirming women can look at a man and determine if he will cheat, all based on gesticulations.  To channel Yoda, “Way ahead of the curb was I”.

 My point, simple.  I knew.  I knew the characteristics and traits of a true-live bitch just as I knew what it would take to partake in wife swapping be you me married or not.

Any alternative anything is usually based on one thing.  A moved decided upon because something isn’t working out in the primary category.  A totally personal choice even when others are consulted prior to the official move.  And no, it’s not an exercise in options.  One is just placating the self when doing anything alternative.  What I trip off of when hearing or witnessing this state is.  You’ll never arrive at a point of being “calmed down” based on a settlement of anything.  Remember…  “Choice”.  An ability to choose is individual not collective, no matter who’s involved.  As for all things intimate, don’t get it twisted.  What the other does or doesn’t commit to, will affect you in the long run more so if you are involved.  Knockin’ Boots with another, a Booty call.  Just words.  Verbal expression employed to define an activity that hasn’t changed since the beginning of time.  Much like the alternative lifestyles many are engaged in during these times.  These adjectives just give the user a false sense of projecting being in the know.  (see cool relative to swagger)

Something else while I’m in the mood.  Who in their right mind is gonna spend time.  Intimate time, recognizing the potential of the one they’ve chosen.  Having listened to the needs of this significant other.  Demanding of you to tell them if and when your levels of anticipated satisfaction have been met, and…  “If not, show me, tell me, just let me know what you feel or are missing so I can do it right“.  Only to turn ‘em over to another!  Is this some sick shit or what?  Swapping “He or She” is…  To me, akin to spending time identifying an invaluable object, securing it, putting the polish onto it and then, handing it over to another.  I found the Diamond in a Mountain of Ash.  I put in work and I’m just gonna let some foreign somebody have it.  ‘Uck you again, I’m not that into sharing what I’ve discovered or attached myself to.  The magnetism required to attract and sustain the commitment of another is not to be taken lightly, which is to know this…

All aspects of life have consequences.  These lifestyles I’m speaking on, comes with a huge price according to personal extraction.  Ones not limited to ethical compensation either.  All so, don’t come at me with the Drama about cultural aspects.  Or move to submit the legal ramifications.  All relevant, but…  It’s way beyond this also.

FOLK play at this monogamy and I’m not sayin’ it’s not a reality but what I’m saying is despite of the basic philosophical differences and geo-crossovers, in time.  As a result of participation in any of this, blood will flow.  Why?  Because.  You, me, He, She, society.  They are all selfish.  Even if emotional content has been a consideration from the beginning, once the move is made, in a short time; intellect will trump.  Telling those involved, despite of a desire being met.  It wasn’t the choice as mentioned by an option exercised because of some sort of complications on a personal level dictating something such as.  “I will have my satisfaction and…”  As I said, there will be blood.

Youngsta sat there, marveling at what I delivered and.  Was confused.  Diverting his eyes, maybe so I wouldn’t recognize the intensity of his inability to grab the significance of what I said, and…  Suddenly becoming captivated by a photo hanging behind me.  To keep him in the fold, I…  I immediately told him the reasons for the “pics of prosperity”.  Those of which were defined by the voluptuous body of a internationally sexy female, and; me.  Youngsta didn’t have to force the focus.  By the position of his eyes, the level of his stare, it was obvious what section of the female’s anatomy had caused the intense eye lock.  Oh yes, beast are always in the equation.  Because of his, un-spoken thoughts driving his imagination wild, I calmly request to know something of him, which was.  “If she was in your camp, would you let your soldiers partake in the sweetness of her fruits”.   Youngsta, smiled and spit the truth.  “Just lookin’ at ‘em I wanna invade your camp just to see if I can come up“.  Oh how I love truth.  And with his words I bestowed onto him the meaning of “Youngsta”.  A word to mean he will one day, arrive at the star he sees himself as, but.  Right now, he’s still young!

Today, society is no longer a band defined by either Hunters or Gathers.  It was during those times, eons ago when He or She shared their significant other and.  Not just to drop off some edibles.  Sharing your significant other was practiced openly.  Done to maintain the stability of the “tribe”.  But…  Even so and under such rules of survival, do you think a King or Queen within those same camps share?

Before assumptions are made, allow me to put forth the  answer that doesn’t flow from moral constraints, No!  When you lead you take.  Cloak it, disguise it, re-name it, but…  What is, won’t change.  When you command you understand the ways to subtly demand.  Morals change depending on the development and foresight of the society that upholds ‘em.  Still, certain beliefs seem to come from deep within and are defined beyond one’s conscious projections.  My thoughts, my beliefs on this taboo subject.  Youngsta for once, has decided to bridge the gap which defines our different gens.  Maybe, maybe as his mind was open to a different perspective, so will all of you be.

Psssss; My year end piece focused on the new trend and some are so twisted they’ll engage in anything that remotely appears to eliminate the boredom from their lives.  Alternative Endings are the result of seeking other’s “inclusive” ways to an otherwise miserable life involving another.  Alternative Endings that any one of you can define by simply…  Glancing in the mirror, exploring your mind and accepting what you’d do if and when you find yourself advancing into sick ass waters that.  You may be able to swim in but.  Shouldn’t be dippin’ in.  Try puttin’ in work by redefining who and why you engaged in the first place.  Then you may stop “pushing pawns” hoping you’ll be successful in invading another’s Court.  Capturing a Queen making yourself another fake ass King in an otherwise, tossed up life!

Holiday Greetings; Wifey Ex Porn Star… What?

Sergei, (government name), strolled into my domain, bringing with him a tag-along; (despondency).  Glancing over his face, eyeballs bulged, nostrils lookin’ subway tunnels, I wondered if he may have been a collage of objects snatched from life itself.  Then, I ditched that in favor of knowin’ he was prepping for a role in the next SyFy movie.  Throwing himself into my good leather chair, crossing his arms, then the snort.  “Nasty” had arrived and with it, the typical words germane to what I do and deal with.  “After all these years, I can’t believe this bitch could fix her mouth to say what I heard her say, she was a star in the porn industry.”  Even though I don’t indulge “personally” the porn thing caught my attention.  Immediately I thought to myself, “Who could he be talkin’ about and based on his choice of topics, everything else had to be pushed into the recesses of my mind”.  There we sat.  Two men, one curious the other seeking a destination.  I, the one with subtle curiosity, draw lines on a paper, wait on some more to dribble over his lips.  He, watching me, and I know, because I use ‘ta read minds, wondering to himself.  “Does this man even understand this shit I’m going through?”  Then he shoots one of those confirming looks my way.  His mouth, sorta’ cracks just along the corner of one side and…  I instinctively knew one thing.  “After all these years of being away, “He” pulls me right back into it.”

Sergei.  Appeared at a time when I happened to be in “Mode2Me“.  And based on his time of arrival while opening on this level, he got one of my smiles said to be sorta’ mischievous.  Perceived as “Bad”, which is to say, I was functioning in optimum professional capacity and…  For his psychological pleasures, he’d get something no other would dare extend under like circumstances.  Whatever Sergei came with would be quickly unwrapped, consciously absorbed, assessed with a re-dress the likes he might not be ready for.

My words, rang true.  Sergei, like many, thought the apple he chose, the shinny one selected as his very own, was that un-touched one.  “No, I agree.  Impossible so factor in this.  Probably not anything like Mary, the Virgin, but, still angelic, okay.”  What Sergei hadn’t considered was, all apples start somewhere else way before they arrive, laid out, displayed in a very aesthetically sensuous way.  Apples, Women, Men.  It’s all about the visual.

Oh yes, I agree, apples aren’t like people, but what you’re missin’ while caught up in “what is correctness” is the simplicity of my analogy.  Maybe because you haven’t considered the origin of an…  Apple in relations to  Origins.

Macintosh, Granny Smith, Green Apples, Red Delicious, all apples.  All hybrids.  Created over years of cross breeding and or pollination.  Prior to arriving, they were  picked, gathered, sorted, classified, cleaned and polished.  “Hummm, now you’re feelin’ it, hun.”  Apples, exactly like any adult arrive direct from their childhood, appearing in the adult world.  Polished, ready willing and very able to satisfy.

One prob..  Sergei, unlike the child moving quickly towards adulthood, had an after market adaptation.  Not genetic modification but.  His mindset, based on environmental impacts had pre-programmed him.  He now wouldn’t think in his own best interest.  Conclusions of what or whom he dealt with were arrived at without any real understanding of pertinent facts.  “This is where everybody says, Assumptions“.  Exactly.  Like believing Wifey just dropped into his lap.  Appearing outta no where, only there for his pleasures.  Capable, like Super Woman yet.  Minus any applicable knowledge of…  Sergei.

“Hummm, did he think she’d been locked up somewhere, and when she caught a whiff of his scent, miraculously re-created the roll of Rapunzel?”

Without allowing me to even imply I wanted to delve a ‘lil deeper into the main issue, which was Wifey revelations, he continued.  Verbalizing with the “back story“.  Sergei, assuming again as to what my thoughts had to be, rushed to get his side out there and I.  Paid very close attention.  Mainly because he went beyond the scope required to “fill me in” and.  Brought me way up to speed.  In the process and having no shame in taking liberties towards personal embellishments, I realized something.  Sergei never was Sergei or was he ever, Serg.  The name came from the three times removed Uncle on his Mother’s, Sister’s Aunt’s side.  Who said “Nephew acted like a Sergei, so I named him Sergei “.  People and their B.S., don’t cha just luv the back story?

Before Serg even approached with this dilemma, someway, somehow I was privy to know a ‘lil something of his Wifey.  She, during another previous moment of emotional lapse, asked me to define, while clarifying the meaning of truthfulness within a relationship.  Based on what she knew of men she knew it wouldn’t have been nice to attempt to fool “me” regarding what she was comin’ across with.  I guess she heard of someone I knew personally; Mother Nature.  Fool her and you have no idea what’s comin’.  Sometimes I do some un-announced channeling, especially when anyone wants to…  Play mind games.  As with Sergei, so was I with Wifey in revealing how to work it where two are concerned.

On truthfulness, no matter how either of ‘em served it.  Truth, would always be subjective.  Truth is relative to what one’s experiences are.  Even if you say you are truthful, your truth will only go so far as you intend.  If one feels the slightest bit of leaning towards a possible loss, based on tellin’ the truth, believe me.  What you get will be masked.  Delivered to gain sympathy.

When two people meet, feel they’re right for each other, personally and privately this won’t mean they will play fair.  When sharing with another regarding who you are, first you’ve gotta deal with where you’ve been.  And before you ever get to that point you’ve gotta factor in what you were doing when you were where you were at prior to arriving at your present point.  A point of intersection that may or may not be receptive to…  Right, the point from where you’re comin’ from.  This is not to say you lie to your significant other, but.  Adult life, with the various switches, contradictions pertaining to life within relationships.  Most aspects become an exchange of Intel based on a need to know basis.  Significant other and or others, included.

“Significant other“, what exactly does this mean?  Straight-up, no chaser, okay I can do this.  It signifies another of supreme importance within your primary rotation inclusive of two.  So, if they are important you should also realize, unlike “Serg”, that when stepping to another it’s isn’t about what ‘cha need so much as.  Is she satisfying the want which attracted you in the first place.

Serg, Sergei, whoever he was, really didn’t know Wifey to be when first layin’ eyes on her.  He did know what he saw from a physical point.  Booty attracted.  Compelling his to do anything to, “have her his way“.  So, significant you say?  Not in the beginning and even if so, to who and to what degree?  And…  If you’re somebody trapped in this mystical fallacy that says when you’re feelin’ another to any degree you’ve gotta come correct as in truthful.  I offer you a stupid look following the word; Please.

Real Talk, Wifey, after say, the second time around, more than likely felt some sense of artificial guilt.  Broke down, feelin’ communicative, told him about past life’s and affairs.  Secretly hopin’ this would be one of those defining moments where truth would be held in high esteem.  Again, this is movie stuff.  Far from cynical but, she’d been better off buying a lottery ticket and tellin’ everybody she was the winner before the winner was even announced.  “Why?”  Because.  People, depending on their sex, factor in and think differently when hearing or witnessing anything.  Sergei, “male”, hearing what he did, would have still re-acted and performed with what he’s doin’ right now.  Mentally after Wifey dropped this on him went into immediate comparison analysis.  Auto-tune kicked completely in.  Emotions of a third kind was the fuel feeding his energy.  Demands from a psychological level forced him to run with this revelation.  Equation arrived at.  Porn Star!  With his imaginary thoughts of what he’d do with one if and when he’d get the slightest possibility or chance.  And…  Blow the hell out of his supposedly rational conclusions regarding who and what she was about.  Nothing remotely associated with truthfulness.

Sergei was “all twisted up in The Game“, exactly like most who haven’t a clue as to why situations and circumstances usher into one’s life.

Not to make this personal, but…  Hell, everything is personal and anybody who say’s it isn’t, they’re a liar.  With me, I know someone who spent some time in the Convent.  Habits and penance were in her future.  When she shared this to me, explaining that if she never saw me again, what was would be enough to sustain her forever.  I just looked at her.  It was good I had lived the life I had before encountering her.  Because…  No No, I won’t go there.  Just say no matter how many Hail Marys’, Acts of Contrition concluding with 5 Our Fathers I would have been made to recite after the fact.  I’d move straight to the front of the line for my next life of eternal damnation.

Convent, Nun in the mix.  Woman in possession of the triple threat body.  “Naivety” being her book of choice.  “Won’t stop, can’t stop…  It would have been all about the mash.”  When He or She comes likes this, it’s akin to enjoying an all day Lolly-Pop.

Point is.  Mode2Me was in full effect.  I knew when she and I met it was all about the hunt.  Initial attraction, all based on the physical.  Good for her and I during this initial encounter.  I knew the physical was beauty and running skin deep.  Peel back those layers, enjoy the unexpected delights, and.  With her, I quickly realized more and more deep down delectable’s.  Possibilities of a life defined while explored.  And with someone I could really see myself vibin’ with for quite a long time.  Still, in the recesses of my diabolical mind I knew this was a test and no matter how I love to test the Tester, one thing held factual.  Do I mess with her mind, defile “The Rose” and expect “The Gardener” to give me a pass once all is said and done?  Nope.  Wasn’t happening.  Not when knowin’ The Rose spent some time in The Gardner’s private garden.

Sergei my man, what can I say.  The importance shouldn’t be placed on what Wifey did.  The reality was, Wifey confided.  If anything he should be terrified of himself after the ignorance displayed when Wifey stepped to him with her truth.  Wifey was, and probably will always be, committed to him.  And don’t think she doesn’t know he wasn’t worthy of such a…  Delicious Apple.

Be it He or She, FOLK are always seeking validation on someone.  Forgetting that they have a past too.  If and when a past is revealed, most are way too occupied in what those on the outside will say once the word is out on who they are with.  Well ‘uck you Serg and naw on this!

What if.  What if your insecurities spawn from the basis of you knowin’ fully well  that where Wifey is comin’ from, is an area you damn well know you can’t compete with.  Somethin’ else.  Wifey, after all these years of faithfulness, told you a ‘lil about her secret past life and now…  Now you have to deal with the fact that you may not have known shit in relations to what she’d been exposed to, and…  Even though she said it, the real was you never did take her anywhere remotely close to the stage of satisfaction.

Sergei, if and when you check this out and.  Don’t even act like you won’t.  Don’t go commercial and start hatin’ on me.  You knew I was deep in my Mode2Me when you brought up this part of your life.  A full working knowledge was what you possessed.  Understanding of me professionally, prior to seeking me out for Intel on what you should do with…  Ex porn star Wifey.  Okay, now for the next fact.  She’s your Wifey.  She wasn’t messed up in the head when she came to you and you surely know that you weren’t “like that“.  Superstar Extraordinaire when you all first got it goin’ on.

So.  With that said, recognize this.  If you can’t uphold your end of any agreement, even if parts of that agreement don’t reveal themselves until you are deep into The Game, then.  You weren’t Game Tight from the beginning.  You were way outta your league.

Psssss; Whatever it is, handle it.  This is Holiday.  No time for madness and assumptions on what may have been.  It is!  Besides, allowing the thoughts and feelings of others to cloud your beliefs, ain’t gonna change a ‘thang.  Other than…  Your loss and…  You’ve got it….. their gain.  Holiday, rich or ‘po, if someone is there you can’t ask for more.

Adultery, Booty Call, Extra Martial Affair, Tryst; The G Brief…

November, 2012.  Baracca Obama was whisked back into the White House for a second term.  A Drama filled conclusion ending all speculation as to who would be…  POTUS!

November, same year a few days later, it was reported that one of our highly decorated military academia holding the rank of a four star General, who segued into the illustrious position of Director of The CIA, tendered his resignation, and all because …

Call it what ‘cha want.  The media has framed their presentation around the classic “E.M.A” or Extra Marital Affair.  I have no intention of giving a pass for what Ex. CIA Director David Petraeus engaged in with the esteemed biographer Paula Broadwell,  Who holds a PhD, making her also…  Some what of a “brainy-act” like the highest Spy in the land, which leads me to ponder this.  “How does a super spy, leading a super nation, working with a super crew get caught up in a high profile “Made For T.V” pre-emptive program starting with the exposure of a public notification of his resignation,  Tendered…  Based on what is said to be an error in judgment?”  This doesn’t happen unless…

I deal in facts.  The facts surrounding this incident aren’t hidden somewhere high up in the clouds.  El General was reportedly going to have to answer on some rather sensitive stuff and…  No one probably wanted it which points to…

Like I said, I deal in facts.  I don’t have all the facts to shed a realistic light on such a scripted situation.  What I do know are the events which lead or prompt a…  “Rendezvous, Booty Call, Extra Marital Affair, Tryst” while holding command over the entire military, and…  I also am fully conscious of the fine nuances required to engage on such a level no matter the economics, emotional status and or giving any of the requirements to do the same be you, a CEO, or any other type of; G.

While those believing the hype keep trippin’ spinnin’ the same weave, I would like to inject something no one has considered publicly.  El General, visibly decorated, ’til a Christmas tree can’t touch his decorations.  Look at the ornaments; Strike that.  We must maintain decorum here, in its place I will say, “medals” pinned to his uniform.  Which leads me to submit this.  “If confronted with similar accusations do you have the leverage shown by this 4 Star, distinguished, highly connected retired General to where you could stand the fire burning up everything around you?”

More facts.  How many FOLK initially have gotten caught up in this?  Hummm, there Paula Broadwell the 40something Grad. of West Point and a Harvard Alumni to boot.  She has a husband with kids in tow.  There’s the woman “Jill Kelly” who allegedly “blew the whistle” and ran to the Feds cause she was scared for her life.  Jill, not quite 40 but pushin’ it.  She was El General’s social liaison, who…  Incidentally comes with a package FAM too.  Now we have five adults plus the Ex. Director’s Wifey who is now saying she’s livid because.  As a result of all this comin’ out.

I guess she realizes 37 plus years was all about the physical where El General was concerned.  If she only knew.  It goes way beyond what she’s thinking and.  She shouldn’t discount herself no matter what has been said.

Hey, no matter the head count when you stray everybody pays.  When what ‘cha do or didn’t do goes viral and bites ‘ya in the ass, the pain, somehow registers.  Mentally, emotionally, physically, you’re working on pure adrenalin.  Supported by raw stupidity in your refusal to accept what you’ve created.  All traits required for one of El General’s status.  But…  There’s more, much more.  What about those caught in the fall out?

Personally, no one is excused but the children.  As for the ‘dults beginning with E. General.  “Head One” didn’t command a battalion which is a ‘lil over a thousand in military personnel.  David Petraeus was in full command of the military!  As for the women involved.  They say a man in uniform is more attractive than a man wearing nothin’, so up comes a man with power the likes of Caesar.  What do you think is gonna happen if and when any female maintains close quarters while carrying out her assigned duties?  Exactly.  Pheromones flow like a rushin’ river.  He and She can’t help but become affected.  Visions of grandeur about what can be will all that will be.  Basically it’s a mix that leads to a done deal.  “Head Two” is now the instrument in charge.  But again, speculation, all specs.

The deception is way over most FOLK head.  This isn’t about what ‘cha think or have been told to believe.  But.  I’m won’t slip into that darkness.  I know The Pelican Brief was scripted larger-than-life and if I expose what I know, my spot will be compromised, so.  I’ll restrict myself to what I know, which is the mentality and manipulative world of adulterous types.

Power corrupts and when given absolute power, prepare for the destruction of all.  Many of those in powerful positions are being reduced to ashes because of following their “Head Two“, and.  Everyone, posted up on the fence all wanna know why?  Why would someone with so much power fall in with such ridiculous activities?  My answer, because they can!

Most cases of.  I’m gonna call it subterfuge cause the term adultery is way too clean.  Subterfuge is better because it’s all about tricks.  Cloak and Dagger, sleight of hand type stuff.  When you get out there and are caught up in the illusions of the mission, all you do is; fantasize.  The age becomes just a number, the occupation isn’t even a consideration.  Motivation reverts, becomes…  Primal.  The horrible thing is, no one is gonna admit it because no one, especially those on the level of El General or any CEO will say they are guilty of being.  Basic in thoughts and actions.  I will cause I was.

As for the media taking all this and runnin’ with it, It’s not surprising.  Hypocritical positions are assumed by those making an attempt to “shift the weight”.  The media in their attempt to report something scandalous do so based on their “private association” of the same.  Adultery has been around since the beginning of human kind and most have been in it one way or the other.  This is why you have other descriptions for the same activity.  Tryst, Booty Call, Open Relationships, etc.  When one sees another in distress and the anguish is based on some sexual indiscretions, those who know the score and are guilty of same, move with a quickness to “cleanse themselves” by…  Shifting blame.  Being with another is as old as time, just like pointing the finger at others, is.

Doing the math you have at least 8 adults involved in this issue.  Now, add one of El General’s peers, General (John Allen).  Who is under investigation  in this Drama filled exposés cause he allegedly sent an email to one of the original Stars of the production.  An email where it’s alleged he may be trying to “get busy” or was just being a flirt.  Seems he used the word “Hon” in addressing Jill Kelly.  Tell me, how does anyone with security clearances like these FOLK get caught up like this?  They have been trained to do this hide and seek thing on a professional level.  This exposure on a public level is way too elementary for them.  FBI investigating the CIA.  Military Generals running around with all types of persuasive females and no one knowing what the other is up to.  Please.  And I just fell off a banana boat.

Deep rooted denial amazes me because; “Fornication Under Consenting King” doesn’t change improper advances or false compliance with moral high ground regardless of the station in life a person has attained.  CEO’s from Best Buy “Brian Dunn”, HP’s Mark Hurd, Boeings “Harry Stonecipher”, Lockheed Martin’s “Christopher Kubasik to Back-In-The-Day a New York Governor, and.  I can go on and on about those getting caught-up in similar shit, and…  No matter the Riser in power I know why?  Aphrodisiacs!  Most of these FOLK mentioned are socially powerless for real.  Unlike El General who.  To use a phrase I’m sure El General is very familiar with “none will fall on their sword”.  Mainly because their situation aren’t anything the likes of what has recently been reported.  This is a diversion and everybody is caught-up in the international opening.  And ‘ya know what, this premiere is way better than the latest James Bond movie “SkyFall”.  The entire “production” is gonna captivate for a moment, then.  Evaporate.  What will remain will be a lack of real talk on the causes and effects of “Playin’ In Another’s Field“.

Well get this, I’ve played in sorta similar fields.  My exception being, confined to Fields Of GameLords.  I’ve never possessed the credentials of El General or any of the others mentioned but.  I’m certified, qualified to personify when it comes to most things…  “Primal”.  What has been traditional and morphed into being historical I’ve not forgotten.  What are the reasons for most “conquest” involving the opposite sex, I’ve stripped the layers down and eventually removed completely.  Explored the essences of the sweetness and…  I luv the knowledge acquired in understanding these forms of quest.

Some say I’m too analytical and put way too much on it.  I hear ‘em but it won’t stop me.  I will continue to, enjoy the “Peach” plucked from the tree.  It’s not just the sweet nectar, and the after affects once it all settles in.  I luv and know it’s worth the exploration taking me over the fence, around the bend into a world I know exists.  I’ve been there and duplicate that, which is why I’m standin’ today, because.  I’ve recognized those primal tracks that most deny and run from.  El General, his FAM, those associated.  They have to tighten up and deal with the storm that isn’t brewing but has already crossed the divide.  One other thing, don’t misconstrue what I’ve said because some will get my analogy twisted.  Running to say I’m a sexist and support the chance or opp. to fool around with another.  Then again, the bright ones, those who recognize what I’m about will stick with me cause they know it only gets better.

Psssss;  Those wishing to “make the correction”  feel free to “REACH OUT“.  My contact Intel is all over this blog and beyond.  Really conscious FOLK wanna know the risk comparable to established value.  You’ve considered the lack of leverage but only after the fact.  Don’t trip, you’re not alone, but.  Even with a golden parachute, continue the way of those mention and you can best believe you’ll find yourself way outta your league.  As for me, I’m not.  Remember.  “G’s have been in existence since the beginning of time, with each era identifying, maintaining while establishing their own.  I am G, G, G.  Now, let the lightening crack and vibe as the thunder roars, but it’s only through me that you’ll actually understand the score.