Cheatin’

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , , on July 9, 2014 by ichas8440

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How does One accept what goes on within their intimate life when One can’t stand the person (s) lookin’ back at them in the mirror?

When the question was pushed, “How can I stay with my partner when they cheated on me”, my first thought; reflective.  It was the tone of voice which garnered my immediate attention primarily because.  The inflections upon the words chosen brought forth the condition of a declaration.  Yes, when communicating with another listen closely and you too can achieve this same ability in distinguishing while deciphering the exact origin of meanings.  A declarative statement comes when One is still processing what it is that has caused them to pause in the first place.  Declarative, under these circumstances means, “The pain, oh the pain”.  And yes, Pain replies.  “I’m here, simmering just below the first layer of your skin, waiting. Patiently for the moment you thinks everything is okay and then, bam.  I become the primarily reality while continuing to strike with a paralyzing force letting you know I am.  Large and in-charge because “YOU” refused to process me correctly during your initial exposure with what I bring to your table.  Hummm, the sting, it still hurts an even more than before.  I told ‘ya I was real…

First, when the realization comes and you visual the cheatin’ you know has happened, don’t…  I say again, don’t act surprised.  You should have been “making time” when you first set sights on your hearts’ desire.  Right, in relationships most are “marking time” which is the process of counting conquests and not making time which is focused pro-active devotion while truly engaged. Once cheatin’ has come to the light know this; there’s no new and improved School of Thought where One can enroll and learn the ways of romance which is the real motivation for the intimate relationship.  Something else, if One does slip up, identify a plan of approach and appears to be making time the Haters are already aligned and will voice in a collective way.  “You don’t know a damn thang about why you seem to be havin’ it your way with your significant other so stop it and come listen to me”.  Which brings me to this position.  Yes, the more this is contemplated and the FOLK involved rear their heads voicing their opinions, the more it appears counterintuitive to me so…  Why even listen to anybody who’s track record resembles the record of One who’s compromised themselves in all their previous intimate endeavors?

Secondly, when another cheats on One the difficulty in acceptance regarding what has just become joint common knowledge is based on what One has disliked of the self when reflecting on the image projected while in; The mirror.  This is to say, when you find fault within yourself don’t even think the other won’t identify the insecurities displayed within One’s psyche’ also.  Oh yes, what One assumes isn’t seen is always seen, just…  Seldom spoken about because.  Like you, the One in observation is from the same school of thought that says, “Calculate ,examine your opponent, risks factors, down grade immediately because this is pleasure baby, pure pleasure ”.  Right, the mind-set going into a relationship based on this dynamic pushes One to believe the hype.  “I’m not competing because they.  They…  They are so compatible with me this has to be real.”  Possibly, because with all the B.S. previously heard, believe and accepted your mind…  Is playin’ tricks on you.

Take it back to the beginning and you shall see, all relationship have a point where life is revolving while evolving in a state of total bliss.  Everything feels so good.  The stars in the sky are all in their proper alignment, the moon has shined down on One engulfing them and theirs in that lunar effect.  Nothing could be greater because…  Everything feels so right.  Hummm, it’s during this moment that One should consider and make the consideration extreme because.  You’ve just become the unlikely receptor of a chemically induced emotional head rush.  Don’t partake in illegal drug usage?  Doesn’t matter, the body has a remarkable Water Management program of which nothing man nor kind has been able to duplicate.  Now, with this in mind, factor in the body’s chemical manufacturing processing systems and you will quickly realize, The Cartel ain’t got nothin’ on you in the way of internal substances that are produced for one purpose.  To make you feel good.  Extremely “high”.  So all this bliss is, self induced and fully anticipated once and when you know.

Third, when you accept those aspects of The Self to which, One always publicly says “I luv myself”, when.  You truly know the real is, “There’s always something about me I can’t stand, and would change in a heart-beat”…  What, you thought you hid it well?  Don’t trip, you are only human.  What you hid was your ability to keep up what you started up.  Which was, a relationship built on the best you got, when…  The reality was, you knew you couldn’t keep it up but…  Who would find out and if you were exposed, too much time would have passed and nobody ‘ucks it up when vested.  Actually this is more manufactured B.S…

Movin’ from the traditional because all of what has been said is elementary. Cheatin’ happens because… Because… You just wasn’t all that from The Gate and yes I know there is the X Factor of which no one has any control of, still. The betrayal is felt based on the realization of what One kept seeing in the mirror yet refused to deal with straight-up with no chaser. When you “Play Hard” you’ve gotta think about the prequel. Its comin’ and not in the sequence you anticipated. There’s always a second act, side two, the flippin’ of the script because. That’s what FOLK have been pre-programmed to envision when dealin’ with another. Oh, forgot about the “elephant in the room”? Shouldn’t have ‘cause I told ya there isn’t a school to get you ready for the relationship but there will always be the spread of methods to beat you down once… Caught up. Again, if you think “traditional” you will miss the real. I suggest stepping outta your comfort zone and soar with what you may find. Once it happens it’s like stopping the bell from ringing after it rang. It happened, the move now is to become aware of the causes. Reflect and plot a plan on how to make the correction and. You will continue to find displeasure in the choices you accept for mates, but. It doesn’t stop the pro-active process.

Been cheated on…  Well you should have been paying attention to the clock.  When considering time and watching it pass, you soon realize, “It ain’t over”, it’s never over as in…  Over.  There’s always, time.  When arriving at this juncture you find the horizons are so much brighter because.  Options began to reveal themselves in ways and possible means not quite before imagined. There’s still the tried and true resolution beginning with leaving.  Or, you can back-track while setting the stage to win He or She back, but.  Fail to consider the option of “Who am I and What will I do for me”, and you will keep repeating the process beginning with selections from the of disillusioned mind category.

When I was “Played On”,(Oh, we don’t refer to this aspect of life as cheatin’ but it’s all the same).  When it happened to me I went through the same range of negative emotions just like average FOLK, but.  I rose above the madness because I truly know we aren’t all the same so that standardized classic B.S. about we are all the same, I won’t pick up.  Step with me, mesmerize me while telling me I’m the best you’ve ever had and I know one thing.  Even though I really really wanna believe you and know that I can find a way to absorb your inspiring words while making it all emotionally adaptable, you are a lie.  Same fears and phobias I held, no doubt I knew my significant other had those mirrored images reflected right back at ‘em when they stood, contemplating all their successes.  With…  One huge difference, sometimes my magic mirror displayed nightmares and I had every intention of blasting them right outta my life. How?  The same way any addiction is dealt with.  Yes, the cheatin’ aspect of a relationship is akin to an addiction.

The basic realities of all relationships are just that, basic.  You wanna win at this “re-configuration of self” get with this blue print.  Like an addiction you’ve gotta wanna change before change will manifest.  Like an addict goes to rehab so they may rid themselves of all the toxins poisoning their body because of what they keep putting in it.  You also have to understand the values of following an exact blueprint.  The only way you’re gonna maintain any sense of exclusivity within a relationship you’ve gotta continuously return to the source for the same purification.  Find your reasons for being and make them trump.  What makes you stand minus all the B.S will trump when you believe in it and live by it.

Cheated on, really…  Is there actually such a thing and if it is so what.  When or if it happens in your world, expand the alliances within that world.  Reach out and touch.  Create a support system. Not one where everybody is reciting those same ‘ol tired ass phrases.  You wanna take your re-certification in relationship 101 to the highest level.  Maybe ,in your moment of lapse and you find yourself driving aimlessly, lock into a real lyricist.  Those who compose songs usually have had universal experiences of which they’ve managed to find the capacity to put it into a language with a melodic component.  To point you in a liked minded direction, think Rick James.  He pinned a piece where the lyrics went like this.  “Dance with, dance with me baby. Shake your body all over and dance with me”.  Now imagine stepping to your significant other and sayin’ this.  No one especially a lover, consciously wants to refuse a dance where they are the center of attention.  Does something magical to the overall connection of intimacy.  Words such as this becomes personal mantras and privately elevate because they make One focus on what happens when One procrastinates while standing on that hype about, right.  “The Best I’ve Ever Had”.

All of those groups where One attends and say, “My name is, and I’m a…”  These groups have one good thing in common.  They know it ain’t ever over.  When you least expect it the monster will re-appear and this isn’t to say, cheatin’ is inevitable.  What is gonna happen, what is inevitable is…  Life.  So search and find those or One who is aware of the dynamics making up your life. Don’t settle based on what’s trending at any given time.  What’s popular isn’t always what’s best.  Western Society is steep in “Group Dynamics” which is a sheep’s mentality.  Break smooth away from this cycle.  Don’t wanna find yourself wonderin’ if He or She is creepin’ while you sleep, wake the ‘uck up.  Connect yourself to you and define who you are, accept what you wanna be about and be about that.

“This is a prioritization for your health and life. Believe that!”

Psssss; When I found myself in the mist of…  She who cheated on me and after listening to her explanation.  A story thought of and planned for this very occasion, I was also consumed with my very own plan designed to give me psychological restoration despite of past “regressions”, but.  I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction and play the role she pre-scripted for me.  Instead, I listened intently, held her hand and gazed into her eyes and…  When she knew she had me again, I…  Hummm, this is where the prequel comes immediately into play.  Did I, swoop her off her feet, holding her high above the ground.  Place that over-due passionate kiss upon her lips and accidentally drop her on her ass just to get back like she did when she cheated on me and believe it was now, equal between us or…  Was I the One who listened and applied the same charisma she thought she had seen all the facets of when we were engaged only to discover, now…  I was more self-centered than she’d ever imagined and.  While looking into her eyes, mentally projecting my un-dying stupidity for her and her psychologically debilitating antics, of which I blasted back into a time neither She or I intended to re-examine and…  Have the valet rush to bring up my car so she and I could make it to the nearest hotel, do the nasty, shower and cuddle one last time before. Before she and I returned to our prospective significant others?  This has been scripted, edited and produced by none other than; The 22nd G.  There will be no others like me.  Assimilation?  Of course, but…  That still won’t make you me.  Take what ‘cha can, absorb, re-design, make it personal and claim it.  That’s how you soar with the visualization of what others see, know and are willing to share.

On One…

Posted in Communications, psychology, Relationships with tags on July 1, 2014 by ichas8440

Ichas8440.graphics.OnOne-IIn the mist of crisis, approaching; chaos. A challenge came.  Strike that, a confrontation as I was accused of thinking I knew way more than the next person.  Un-fluttered by this intrusion I listened as a story unfolded about how the Ex. ruled this Dreamers dream.  Deep in his dream, living large conquering his world then.  Unannounced, not remotely associated with this part of the script she’d appear.  Sex down the Dreamer even if sex wasn’t in the equation, then.  Still conscious of being in “dream state” she’d slip outta the bed almost as if a vapor.  He’d see her, standing by the open window dialing 911 and watch as he’d be arrested for some trumped-up charged she’d concocted.  Once said this Dreamer visibly shaken, stepped back, tears running hard as he asked, “What can I do, she’s got her hooks in me”.

I should have told him to take 2 aspirin and call me in the morning, but.  I asked how often do these types of conditions occur during his dream state.  Quickly he said, every time something is going right she shows up and reminds me how wrong my impressions of what I thought I was gonna be, are.  With that expressed there was no further need for eval..  The Dreamer had given up his dignity and she accepted it with honor.  Many times a substitution is made and what comes in to provide a moment for relief isn’t always…  Re-livable. Ex’s have a way of sub-consciously slipin’ in where One thinks they should have the win.  This happens because way too much power has been assigned to the dynamics of the pleasure principle One assumed the Ex. brought to the table.

Remedy; Don’t talk about vanquishing the world in which you once lived and died by the Ex.’s’ presence within your life; do it.  And while you do don’t even assume you can visit the possibilities of a bi-dimensional reality in the hopes of re-mapping your actual reality, cause.  It ain’t happening.

Speaking of dual realities and the psycho-emotional impacts they hold all living beings to, get with this concept.  We hear about the conceptual possibilities of another world existing right next to our actual physical world, ‘cept.  We just can’t see or directly connect with these worlds.  Well, some can and those who have agree on this reality.  If you’re gettin’ your butt kicked in one dimension, best believe it’s happening across the galaxy because.  Change isn’t gonna come until you realistically decide that you’ve had enough and break the so-called “chain”.

How can he get all this when in the mist of crisis?”

Whoever said I was the One in the mist of crisis!

Descending the mountains, returning from my sabbatical and into the madness known as society I knew I had to pay the Mafioso Boss a visit.  Oh yes, remember?  All I deliver is connected, plus  when One can be located knowin’ the GPS was shut down way way back and no other living Soul was made privy to my whereabouts nothing in my world is no longer sacred.  Not even “My Blanket”.

Tony found, the meet and greet commenced.  Topic of convo, same as before.  ‘Cept, Wifey had advanced in age and; interest.  We made quick time of our time and arrived at the points in which brought us to this second coming.  Oh yes, despite being in his home initially, awaiting his Wifey to partake in lunch with Yours Truly, and…  Extending frivolous explanations as to why I was there, only to be given a pass guaranteeing the continuation of my physical life…  Not much had verbally been exchanged.  Tony knew of me but had no further understanding of Wifey’s motivations bringing Yours Truly into his world.

Today, Wifey was still the woman residing on the arm, living inside the home of a true live Mafioso, she was forever on the prowl.  Object of desire now.  She flipped completely, no longer was she seeking the touch of a man, she wanted woman.  Tony talked, and I imagined what becomes when One has; everything.  History came to mind.  Various past cultures and with these visions came; Clarity.  I explained to the guy who could have snatched my breath away years ago, “Chalk It Up To The Game”.  He pondered this revelation for a moment, smiled and said. “O blod de O blod da, sounds like some Beatles tune. Mulies have all these clever sayings, some make sense. You, not a Mullie but still, clever. On this Game thing, you’re right. Don’t hate the game, hate the player, hunnn!”  He found solace and…  I did too.  I wasn’t sought to be told in some cryptic way I could be reached no matter where I was, but.

Liked minded people attract.  Tony had always wanted to know why the Wifey would risk all she had acquired, all they had built/established for a “quicky” with me, yet.  Business trumped all and he let the beat go on without pausing to listen to what I’ve learned to be the rhythm within life.  Back at that time I didn’t really listen either and could care less what her motivations where but. As said previously, like-minded people attract, this is an extension of those days and attractions.  We were three people going through our defined cycles.  As for now, this new interest in same sex, whoa. Could explain but… I’ll leave it to resourceful minds and; history.

2 am on the streets again.  Beverly Hills, window shopping.  Car pulls up, voices ring out, “You’d better check yourself before you wreck yourself”.  European Americans fantasizing.  To a degree they were right, I didn’t fit the racial profile of One assumed to make up the commercial or residents comprising Beverly Hills, but.

Leaving one street winding onto another, I continued my looking.  Many of the shops changed names.  As for those who understood their place, they remained the same.  Full circle, Wilshire Boulevard and there was the car that held the passengers who…  I guess had thought they were giving me advice.  BHPD had ‘em all stretched out on the sidewalk, face down, hands locked behind their heads, fingers laced.  I saw them all, heads cocked, necks rotating, all to get a look at me.  I kept doin’ what I did and in that split second, I believe it donned on ‘em all.  “Beverly Hills, like any place else, it’s all about the attitude. Present yourself knowing you belong and you will… Belong.”

What…”  Okay, for those who ain’t knowin’ and couldn’t even break outta a wet paper back, I’ll dial it down for you.  Art doesn’t imitate life, life reflects The Arts created by man and kind in the never-ending story to leave a legacy known as…  Life.  What you did yesterday may not be explainable today or even later in the days, what’s important is.

Psssss; Much Luv to all of you who have the insight to follow what I present.  It’s you all who provide the motivation required so that I can think, grow and become spiritually richer.  Many have ”Been There” but we will not know who’s actually ‘Done That” unless.  We have “Exchange Cards”.  Tony is a Mafioso.  What he’s not is a three-headed monster who’s heads are being pulled in various directions because of one brain trying to control it all.  That’s media hype.  The Boyz extending advice in Beverly Hills…  Well hopefully they had the money to bail out of jail because they had no intentions of heeding their own advice.  Emulation, assimilation can be a Bitch.  The Dreamer and his, they have a long way to go before they arrive.  Why?  Because way too many think they know something and when you stop, look and listen, it’s soon apparent.  They like many have sight, but lack; insight.

“Wasn’t Me… Jeremy Meeks Saga, Defined”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology with tags on June 24, 2014 by ichas8440

ichas8440.graphics.WasntMe-JeremyMeeks.2014When my Cell rang, the screen displaying digits un-recognized, I ignored it. When walking through the Forest and another sound could be heard walking, diagonally aligned to me, I noted it but…

When someone approached from my blindside only to suddenly stop, roughly 15 feet from the point of intersecting me, I remembered what an associated shared with me about gun ownership when assigned to a red zone. “I’d rather be with it than without it, strange things can happen out here”. Confidentially, he who approached let it be known he was stepping to me as a friend not a foe. After hearing the request causing him to wanna seek my counsel, which had to do about placing a bet with the Nevada Casino’s against the positive outcome of the recent viral video star “Jeremy Meeks” being allowed to get his life together. It didn’t take me any time to come with an answer. “Bet on Black”.

Media Hype; Jeremy Meeks convicted felon, major shot caller for the infamous Northside Gangster Crips allegedly controlling all the criminal activities in Stockton cali, whose bail was increased from 800k to a Mil because of… Because of the same arresting compilation of Law Enforcement Officers getting at the D.A. to cease the day and capitalize on the national criminal notoriety they created! Is this fair? I will not comment because unlike those who only see Jeremy as a “Sexy Mugger”, paraded over social media, I know the score and it ain’t over.

Back Story, Jeremy Meeks is a product of his environment. Moms, “Katherine Angier”, his Wifey really aren’t feeling the way social media is portraying “theirs”. Can’t say I blame them. Like the stalker who knew enough to come clean, reveal himself way before he gain permanent memory status, woke up. Full authentication of who he was struck home. Innate inspiration began to ring loudly within his mind and at that point he knew. He became acutely aware of what he sought and what he definitely found.

Right about now this young man, his FAM are caught up in a world wind of publicity. The tear drop tatted on Jeremy’s face, symbolic that he sent someone to memory lane, “took another life, okay, killed somebody alright”. Again, think environment.

National Media is saying this young man is so pretty he could be somebody’s model. It’s said he has Swag. I say, more Back Story; Jeremy wasn’t born yesterday, so his looks had always been there. Swag is looking the part, talking the talk while actually being what you represent. Do you or does anyone know who and what this person wants to represent?

I was located during my sabbatical because… I wasn’t hiding. He who came to me was based on another time in my life when a Mafioso’s Wifey, playing at being a “B.W.” (Basic Woman) found herself attracted to Yours Truly. I being me, refused to see that she hadn’t seen me only acted on what she assumed she saw in me. In time, invited me over to her home where… The Crew along with Boss watched me from the third floor.  Oh yes, their home was that big and I was foolish enough to deliver myself into the Lion’s Den. My point… Boss liked that I didn’t flinch and continued to deal with him not based on who he was representing but. As another man. Sometimes he who swags, really has swagger, then there’s those times it’s just a glimpse of something other than what it is.

Do you know real Gangsters? I do. Real life is full of Gangster types with most fakin’ while doing a great impersonation of something they’re not. Again, it’s the media who creates these; images. Just as Social Media has incorporated the word swag to supplement what is cool. I guess it’s a numbers game just as the bet that I had been consulted about is based on percentages. Well get with this.

I’m still on my sabbatical; “Won’t stop, Can’t stop, Don’t drop”. Which is to say, no algorithm designed and applied to say Who’s Who is gonna give you a guarantee as to Who is. Anyone can look the part, walk the role and play it to the pole. That won’t signify they are qualified to be what you may think you or they see. Projections are always images based on who got it out there first. Those who seek “Swagger” first must accept who and what they are in relations to what they can bring. Play Gangster and you might get got. Oh, me… Luck, that’s what I’ve been blessed with. Much of what I’m hopin’ happens to Jeremy Meeks. Right now he’s at a crossroads. Despite of what the media has portrayed him to be, legally, you nor has anyone seen what can be. And… Let’s not discount he has a son, a FAM and… Possibly a long future. Providin’, those seeking attention, pay attention and understand how universal consciousness can play a part in guaranteeing life. Maybe many should step back, get the ‘uck outta his life and let him figure this all out. Sorta’ like when engaged in any… Relationship. I’m sure Wifey would agree.

Psssss; Hummm, yes, this has much to do about you, you and you. Titled “Wasn’t Me” with the situation of Jeremy Meeks providing the fodder like fuel to a fire because many times what you wanna see, isn’t. What is, was, but. After being something for such a long time, only to realize, this can’t continue to being me, an exit strategy is need, sought and ,implemented so you can get back to; YOU. By the way, the looks displayed in Jeremy Meek’s face are those which conveys, “I don’t wanna be here and you’ve got me when you know it wasn’t me”. Same as sexy eyes projected as opposed to deadly eyes during the initial stages of the realization you are… There.

“Forward, Ho.”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on April 30, 2014 by ichas8440

ichas8440_graphics_ForwardHo_2014The question was, “Is it okay to find another and bring them into my boudoir because my needs aren’t being served”.  From a historical perspective this ideology has been inclusive of many a powerful Empires.  Egyptians ancient Pharaohs practiced the same beliefs and said it was to maintain the Holy FAMS. lineage.  Same was said by what is known as “Blue Bloods”, those making up Royal Heritage comin’ outta ‘Ol English Dynasties.  This ushered another social constructs; “The Tale Of The Easter Bunny” of which, I have a beautiful spin.

My “YoungStar©” over heard a convo revolving around the Easter Bunny’s fabled existence and afterwards, ran off in tears.  Soon after and with her crew of liked minded ones, they asked what happened to cause her to cry.  She is the Apple who’s still attached to the tree and responded as expected.  “Didn’t y’all know… That Bunny was caught outta bounds hopin’ down the bunny trail where he ran into the “Notorious B. Bunny” who happened to be the 1st cousin to “Jackie Rabbit” of which.  Neither liked the glamorization of this Easter Bunny and quickly text another member of this remarkable extended FAM known as “ The Jackolop” who reached out to “Rogue Rabbit” kin at a distant to “Rog Rabbit” who was…  Incidentally gained social exclusion from the FAM because he held a way different opinion of things created.  Still, they all quickly dispatched the Easter Bunny because…

While her crew sat their in shock because they also heard about all these evolving rabbits and knew they were media creations of huge proportions, they quickly concluded and actually secretly knew, Easter with its celebrated Bunny had to be of man’s construct too, I mean…  How else would this Bunny of been able to hop down the bunny trail that “Peter” the famous Cottontail had an Exclusivity Rights of Ownership to and usually had been known to appeared on?

YoungStars’ point just as mine is.  What FOLK do is usually based on what is acquired along the way.  Society has demonstrated a strong will towards making all believe what is handed down is the right way and only way, so help you God!  Hummm, sounds hypnotic, sorta’ controlling in order to create a position founded in a lack of resistance.

What is the true motivation to bring another into one’s “boudoir” or in the case of a male, to the outskirts of his “Man-Cave”?  Oh, didn’t you know, a male true to himself won’t break the privacy code establishing the inner sanctum set in place for the creation of the Man-Cave so…  No females are allowed to breach the threshold leading inside when other males can testify to the fact of said breach by a female’s presence.  The point, my point, despite of what is perceived by many as ethical and legal in regards to socially accepted conditions of intimacy is.  Basically a mindset built on allusions.  Allusions are always references to indirect events created to establish a cultural bond, hence, Fairy Tales.

Many say The Almighty is a myth of the greatest proportions.  I say, so what, merely another’s opinion which I’m cool with because on a lesser bio-level, everything has a beginning.  Moms, Pops kick it between the sheets or out under the stars and…  Nine months down the line out comes you.  Take this as the definitive point of creation associate it with a Higher Beings possible existence and…  Now you have factual source-proof larger than you of which…  All life began from.  The allusion came with the advancement of stupid people trying to quantify everything.  Quantify in this senses equate to measuring.  Measuring man and kind abilities to forecast while maintaining complete control over all they see as their dominion.  But…  I won’t drift and now return you back to the situation of having another to satisfy one’s needs.

To usher in someone other than the one you are with into your private domain can be seen as taboo because it is in direct opposition of what is considered acceptable.  But, when who you’re with will not, cannot maintain a completion with a consistency supporting the Contract for Intimate unity probably stipulated from the beginning; what R U ‘pose to do? Grin and bare it?  This is an option but one based on false assumptions.  Nothin’ is false about not havin’ it your way.  Smilin’ while your world is imploding around you isn’t a fundamental option where those who think are concerned.

Forward Ho” is an abbreviated term extrapolated from Western times of past America.  “Why do you talk like this using 50 dollar words to arrive at a your point, just speak English!”  Thank you “me” for speaking through “you” while channeling “me”.

When anyone speaks first consideration should go to the self.  Enjoying what is said by feelin’ good when those words explode from the mouth speaks to the level of pleasure sought in understanding how those conclusions have arrived from and at.  Think self-esteem if you still don’t get it.  Forget to make the self primary the descent into the positions of being enslaved by those around you becomes quick and absolute.  And lest not forget there’s a difference between being a slave and enslaved.  Me, I refuse to deliver myself to the doors of those so readily to conquer, retraining me in bondage.  Just like anyone who is in a relationship, sensing entrapment by the confining projected images of what and how a relationship is to be.  Selfish? No.  Dealin’ from a position of what is real!  Forward Ho in relations to the subject matter defined is…  Explained as such in order to show the process of forward thinking.  Everything in life can be advanced, ushering in change while accepting and understanding what needs to be re-arranged.

The Game, it hasn’t changed what was, still is.  What will become is comin’ and don’t think it isn’t.  Become a student of history and you’ll see the real with regards to life in its daily rotation.  Kings, Queens from yester-years had some very different methods of maintaining who and what they were as a FAM.  Was it wrong?  From a pro-creation point yes because incestual relationships allow for the recessive genes to gain momentum becoming dominant making certain orifices appear where they shouldn’t be.  Then again, when isolation is a part of your cultural existence, choices are limited.  Resist and go into a state of abstinence and you can be sure in time a neurological circuit is gonna get blown, leading you to a certified melt-down of which…  A return to a barbaric consciousness will take complete control of who you are, sending you back to basic bio-reactive conclusions.

“Whoa, way too much information cause I can’t compute. What to do what to do?”

Okay, reach out; I’ve got ‘cha. Breathe. Inhale & exhale while slowly relaxing your BP back to sustainable levels missin’ that heart attack you sense coming.  Now reconsider those Nursery Rhymes.  They were created to assist you during those passages in time where psychological growth had to be maintained.  Expansion of the mind comes in various forms.  Is the desire to bring another into your boudoir based on bio needs or is it a creation of lustful inclinations spawned by some visual stimuli captivating your senses?  Also, is this want caused as a result of one’s significant others’ refusal to be responsible to what they signed up for?  The reasons will be many and most will be based on outside influences.

I told ‘ya I got ‘cha and now; stop…  Don’t give in to rhymes and social reasons as evidence accepted to advance you.  If you want another consider before you leap what this other brings to The Dance Of Deception.  Oh yes, put yourself out there minus thought and you can bet they’ll see you for what it is and not what you want it to be. Reality is…  Whatever it is that’s comin’ to He or She is a situation always in flux.  Figure this into your basic equation and you see that the equation has multi acceptable concluding Happy Endings…  All based on your platform of, personal satisfaction.

“You make it all sound so simple”.

Real Talk, I’ve come from The Streets.  The Streets is where all things defined are refined and re-packaged correctly because restraints aren’t so enforceable on this dimension.  The Streets’ record based from a historical position creating my analogy confirms one conclusion; “The Streets Always Win”.  You can get with whomever you seek but in the final sub-set of psycho-social inner-actions with another based on sexual activity, it won’t matter how many you’ve engaged.  If and when you fail to recognize and understand you’re what you bring to the party, you will eventually become a non-entity within any party.
Psssss; Based on the title it can be said I’m saying U R all… Hos?  If the shoe fits, wear it.  Then there’s another metaphor I like to incorporate. ” This jacket was made by you, for you and not by me hence, not for me. You can attempt to put it on me, demand that I wear it but. This isn’t my jacket therefore I won’t wear it.”  This is to say the interpretation is a solo decision.  No one nor nothing should be accepted if it’s not for you.

Mista Dub R; A Piece Of Work.

Posted in Communications, psychology, Relationships with tags , on April 22, 2014 by ichas8440

ichas8440_Graphics_MistaDubR_2014-IIHumidity, high. Misters were misting and many around me were wet.  It was good I started shaving me head way back when.  Wifey, not so fortunate.  One tantalizing visual benefit was the moisture absorbed by her blouse. With the wind picking up so did her nipples and a few of the others patronizing the sidewalk café began to glance her way.  Mainly in passing but the traffic was beginning to thicken.  Twirling a Raw Sugar stick deep down inside my glass of Iced Tea, occasionally I locked eyes with others sitting across from us.  One was a ‘lil too demonstrative in a physically active sense and that was my que to pack it in and vamoose.

Casually strolling down the street I couldn’t help but noticed a Double R making a sudden u-turn.  Color; RootBeer Brown with accenting leather interior.  Yep, I saw all this and more when he slowed along the side of the curb, lowered his window and asked the most ridiculous question.  “Say, can you tell me which way to the beach I seem to be way outta my way”.  Wearing a Captains’ hat gave him some cred but…  He wasn’t looking for his alleged slip along a costal shore no where in the vicinity where he made the intentional u-turn.  Bored, I approached and said, “When I grow up I wanna be just like U”.  Chucky Cheese another over-the-top character created by someone’s imagination had nothing on his smile as the man lit-up and in his mind, just knew he had a “Certified Mark” on deck.  Eyes locked on Wifey standing in front of a display window with her back to us, he continued to talk at me.  I didn’t trip.  Finally he extended his name of which…  Won’t rank enough to list here.

Some time later our car was parked behind his Rolls Royce.  On a sloping driveway, tucked away along a secluded hillside home with a panoramic view of the cityscape below and the sea to the south.  Inside his exquisite compound we sipped on some delicious cocktails as the night got later.  Probably, don’t know but when the lights caught my eye as they played with the waves within his swimming pool, Wifey stood and walked over, placing her toes in the water.  He suggested she take a dip.  I encouraged and…  She slipped out of her outfit and into the water but…  Walked away from us over to the shallow end.  He salivated and watched like a soaring Hawk surveys his domain.

Time passed and Wifey’s head was tilted back and her mind had to have been somewhere but there.  This was the signal he’d been anticipating and accelerated his conversation movin’ steadily towards a more seductive tone.  ‘Cept, by the sweat beads on his neck he had way more sinister ideas.  I musta not been saying what he wanted and he morphed.  “Man check this out, here you are, with your woman, together in a strangers home, she’s in the my pool, not aware or too concerned with where she’s at or what’s going on.  You all must be goin’ through a rough patch.”  It was the last phrase of his monologue that I paid attention too.  That was an indication of someone born and raised in the southern part of The U.S. or at the least, a product with lineage connecting him to such. No matter, I switched gears with a simplicity he hadn’t seen comin’.

Let me bring you all up to speed on this scenario.  Wifey strolling along in a wet, visually intoxicating, no need for interpretation blouse.  Hungryman, prowling, driving in his impressive car along a major Boulevard; you now understand based on the instant replay so let’s move to the prequel.

Car of choice, Rolls Royce.  Significant of opulence, financial status confirmed.  Not so quickly.  Where I come from image is everything and I know that to attract you’ve gotta stimulate.  The vehicle may have been leased.  Oh, the home in the hills, what about that?  Trappings of success too, possible to rent anything when you live in the urban jungle.  So, list one for me and none for you.  Let the re-education of you continue.

In this man’s mind we were vagrants.  Un-supportive of the types who resided in the area he’d ran…  Better yet, made a u-turn to invade our lives.  Wifey was exposing a ‘lil too much in the way of a risin’ nipple and…  Assumptions are a Mutha’.

The prequel…  You still waiting on it.  Okay, the first run is over and this man was pressing for me to deliver Wifey to him so he could “sop her up like a biscuit being dipped in sweet honey”.  Oh, I’m not from down South but I hadn’t given anybody the idea I have no knowledge of their ways and customs, so…  Yes, I can talk just like ‘em.

Pushing and pushing he turned his wrist making sure I got a clear look at his “timepiece”. Poppin’ the collar on his bathrobe standing in as a lounging jacket he exposed his many ropes and chains. Of which, I didn’t know if they were 24k Gold, Platinum or just a lot of junk such as Bling with a precious metal overlay for the full effect. What I did know is…

Wifey exited the pool, complete in her refreshing both emotionally and psychologically.  I asked for a towel and he jumped up, ran to retrieve one.  Upon returning I accepted the towel, took it over to Wifey, patted her dry and wrapped it around her body.  “Foolio”, yes he rates a name in the prequel, he stood and pointed the way leading back inside his house.  Right a house because I didn’t get any vibe as this being a home.  We had been welcomed but that was all based on an ulterior motivation so the coldness was evident.  I just didn’t tell him.

Games, FOLK play them all day long.  Moreso when the finances are in place to attract those who aren’t knowing even if they think they belong and have arrived also. Foolio could have entered the human trafficking trade probably with most he’d encounter even if all he showed was rented material, because.  FOLK are gullible.

FOLK are in the mindset of what I know as “The Group Dynamic”. This is a concept utilized and spread that captivates those of the follower’s mentality.  Very few are mentally adapt to see the Drama comin’ and even less can mount a position once the B.S. arrives.  Oh, you are the type who wouldn’t have placed yourself in such a situation?  Right, do you understand the energy required to maintain a totally safe posture for every circumstance coming at you on a 24 hour rotation!  Not a question.  Punanna was all that was on Foolio’s mind.  Viagra, any one of the pharmaceutical compounds available today could have been in his system for what he thought was gonna take place, but.

Okay, so you think I was wrong for even engaging him.  Leading him on.  So what.  Did you ever hear me say or agree that I was needing anything from him!  I merely answered a question from a possibly weary driver in a lovely Rolls Royce Motorcar.

Psssss; I told you I get bored sometimes and when the hunter thinks they see someone who can be captured by The Game, they…  They are the ones who had better start “praying”.

Psssss, Psssss; to those sick minded one’s who have concluded I did let him enjoy the sweet juices of Wifey.  Don’t ever let me find you on a lonely station in your mind and you run into me.  I’ve been know to take ‘ah many to the stage and still, not let’ em perform.  Which is to say, you can be prepared for the battle but.  I come to wage war.

Psssss, Psssss, Psssss; and for those who hid behind their screens, curtains, saying “How dare you, you self centered, womanizing asshole, your mother shouldn’t have ever gave birth to you”, I have something for you too.  On second consideration, you don’t even rate a consideration.  I say, you do!  Which is why this is my life and I’m not tryin’ to enter yours.

“Sparta; This Is Bondage”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , on April 13, 2014 by ichas8440

ichas8440_graphics-Sparta_ThisIsBondage_2014jpg“Tell me your inception point to The Game and I’ll reveal to you things you may wanna re-arrange”

They met, time passed, eventually a place was agreed upon, their relationship, going to the next level of intimacy. Party favorites, many ingestible, consumed freely. Lighting reducing as if by magic, Hamilton wasn’t havin’ any of it and moved to… Speed things up. Reaching into his bag of tricks, nothing found of his liking, improvisation was in order. Estelle, always fashionable had worn a scarf, so had he. Without bringing the other up to speed, both of them knew what the scarves could become the stand-in for. He took possession of them and there was Estelle; sprawled across the bed, eyes closed with a smile etched across her lips. Her tongue peeking from between her lips, moving in a circular motion, excited. Hamilton recognizing the significance of the “Lolly Pop Roll” moved like a Cat. Starting with her ankles, then to her wrist, with the final move being the tightening of her body appendages to the bed pot. Now she was no longer Estelle but… Stelle! She quite possibly un-aware went along with the… Restraints. Voicing an opposition wasn’t in this script. She knew to say no, especially at this point would require much more than an audible utterance. The time had arrived. With each flap of the curtains the lighting twinkled adding to sensuality. Ham, beyond the point of return skipped anymore foreplay. Stelle quickly discovered she was…

Ham”… “She bucked, wiggled that body but… She wasn’t resisting, and kept laughing. You know how women do, don’t ‘cha? She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and the smell of sex was all over the room. Watching her head slowly roll from side to side, the moaning. It was her way of calling me. Begging me to take it and take it now! Raising up and off her tummy I was amazed to see she was… Well like contracting her abs, in and out, in and out. I pushed harder like I was in an entirely different world where she had no hesitation. I lead, she followed. Sorta’ like going down the Rabbit Hole. You know what happens when you decide to go down The Rabbit Hole or at least you should.”

Small World

Stelle by way of practical elimination found her way my way. “I really really liked his company and things were working out well. The night, all the clubs then we popped into StarBucks. I didn’t know they were open so late. When we checked in the hotel I thought it was a dream, my head spent around and around. The activities on the bed. For a split second I thought I imagined I didn’t want to be there but… I didn’t even realize I had been tied down and couldn’t get up. He… Didn’t seem too interested in letting me go either so I…”

During the developments of this factual time-line Stelle’s interactivity led the two of ‘em to a current which caused the suspension of time and reality. Misinterpretation of the all consuming adrenaline rush allowed for the introduction to another seductive level of false consciousness. Yes, she demanded that he take off the bonds but… Once he did she morphed. Legs rose effortlessly, tightly locking onto his waist incorporating a type of strangulation inclusive of her arms grippin’ his neck. Movement of his first head, restrictive by leg/hand unification resulting in immobilization. Ham, still caught up in his own psychotic episode went with it as just another type of sexual fetish. Stelle, eyes rolling as her muscles relax exposing that supple neck of hers. The inviting posed registered and he… With licked and nibbled. When she finally morphed realizing her fully certified Super Saiyan strength she… Effortlessly flipped him over taking the top position, Ham could do nothing more than glance deeply into her enflamed eyes. Un-able to contain him-self any longer explosion was but a second off, and…

Stelle for the second time… “I remember rushing into the bathroom. I didn’t cry but stood there, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t recall what I was looking for, was it an examination on a psychological level but then… I just started fixing my face, my hair that was all over my head. I didn’t have a comb/brush so I used my fingers. Then for the life of me I couldn‘t find my clothes, they weren’t anywhere around. I do remember though, by the time I came out of the bathroom I was completely dressed. We stood there looking at each other I think we talked then I was outside, walking in the rain. Weeks later I was still trying to figure out if I should go to the authorities. Should I confide in my girl-friends, would they see it like me or would they tell me it was something I made up. A fantasy I’d wished would happen because they say women have those types of fantasies you know. Then I found myself thinking again about reporting it, would they believe me. Would they ask me why I waited so long, really questioning my credibility, or… Eventually I said forget that, I wasn’t going to relive the affair and even then, why was I calling it an affair. No reporting, not with them, their interrogation team. Not in open court where I’m being told it was my civic duty so he wouldn’t ever be able to commit such an act against anyone; ever. As long as I’m willing to go all the way and be that one who stood up. Hell, I went all the way and it was just so I could get out alive…”

When a person dies in a remote place, someone attached to a part of a team, does the team attempt to pack the body out or leave the body for possible retrieval at a later time? Hummm, what is depicted on TV isn’t always based on what really happens.

This isn’t a practical situation nor is the outcome going to be based on what is assumed ethical. Stelle, Ham, like two planets finding themselves in the same rotation experiencing the affects of a multitude of gases. An environment they choose with equal vigor, one they thought they were ready for. Ham, trippin’, waiting like she supposedly was, both in a silent resolve, waiting for some other Worldly signal to awaken them, depositing them in another place. Some place stranger but equally difficult to release themselves from. Stelle, searching her soul, wanting to do what she has been pre-programmed to follow, scared to approach the local law enforcement. One day she is calculating which way the law will precede, the next. Factoring in the many media blast where women in her same predicament are destroyed. Media impressions, how they extrapolate what most don’t even contemplate.

Whatever you engage stop looking for a way out. Own that stuff and don’t act like you ain’t knowing. Stelle, grown woman, maybe not as aware as she projected or assumed, then again that’s what happens when you believe the hype placed on you by those you surround yourself with. Ham… Who knows? I don’t have a clue on what he was thinking or what he thought was going to be the end results. The bondage episode; a reality not limited to adult’s lifestyles but a reality with beginnings from childhood. Not just a cultural thing to trap, confine and engage other living beings for self gratification, but; life as some know. Still speculation won’t rise from me. Back on Stelle, she accepted the foreplay in the way of being “wrapped up” but to what extent she anticipated it would arrive at; I doubt she even thought that far. Ham “hit it” and by all accounts was able to take her onto the stage where she definitely perform. Reaching her level of projected pleasure before she returned back to her sanctified self! Was this just a conclusion to all the physical and mental stimuli in play?

FOLK remind me of a Doberman Pincher I once had. She could seriously intimidate from a visual point. Ran around the neighborhood, frightening everyone along with their dogs, but… When that dog who wasn’t scared, stood their ground, “Nye Nye” would fake like she was gonna whoop some ass only to break, tail tucked between her legs headed running home. Her brother Kason always there and fully charged to represent the lineage. Yes, FOLK start stuff, get into situations as they mentally calculating with a hope that when it gets to a point of them not being able to handle it any longer, somebody will appear like clockwork and rescue them. The other party in participation will then, just stop…

Here’s the kicker, this is a situation grafted from Real Time. Nothing had been scripted. Two people; that’s right, two exhibiting emotions based on assumptions regarding life of which neither has ever taken to the stage where proof would be found. Role Play for those who don’t wanna venture to consider what I’m saying. Role Play rotated in the corridors of their mind, explored from a preview that would have defined the conditional point of their anticipated Playing Field.
I know the whys and hows that trigger some phobias. After all these years the conditions of the facts of the life I’ve lived don’t stop me from living my life. Through Role Play I know how to settle my encroaching nerves, transfer my fears and just take the ride, but… I still feel my BP rising. I feel my heart tryin’ to bust outta my chest. Hero or a reality of a heroic personality trait? No, I like you, human, and part of the natural rotation known as life. Humanity, play like you don’t have any. Keep placing yourself in a compromised situation and those circumstances will morph out of your influence. Control will be futile. Still, I had something for Stelle and Ham. When I gave it neither seemed pleased with my conclusion because I didn’t emotionally become drawn into their presentations. I ended by saying.

“Once you have stepped outta the plane knowing you really don’t wanna Skydive, it’s a ‘lil late to say, “Stop the ride I wanna get off”

Psssss: There is none.

“Biiilll”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , on March 22, 2014 by ichas8440

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Compress the lips while reaching down deep so the reverberation of the voice will hum as the word rolls off the tongue that lays on the bottom of your mouth but…  Giggles ever so slightly when it rises and tucks back into the throat then suddenly unfolds forward allowing the “L’s” to slip out of the now circular shaped lips erupting as “Biiilll” is pronounced.

Acupuncturist, Restaurateur serving it up in the world-class city (The Bay) no less!  Quasi associate who intended to become “friend” once he concluded worthiness.  A Chinese Nationalist who had skills in the massage area I could only identify as extraordinary because he was…  That talented.

It started as a casual thing, tight legs, sore shoulders causing thighs to cramp and all, you know.  Then Biiilll offered to intercede and I accepted.  After the nightly cleansing of the Bod, towel wrapped securely so not to expose too much too quickly, she slipped slowly into position.  Biiilll, gently settled alongside and began with her feet.  I noticed her ears sorta twitch and when her eyebrows did a ‘lil dippy thing I knew…  Biiilll was way beyond a mere mortal masseuse.  He had her hummin’ and swerving ’til I consider, (if only for a moment) should I be next, but.  Biiilll, in his world, suggestion I lay down next to her and “silently” await my turn.

This simply relaxing activity was to be but a brief interlude, then…  “Morphification” had other ideas and the semi carnal delights took us into weeks.  11:47 p.m. each and every night he appeared, more excited than the previous nights.  I…  Watched from the advantages of my easy chair, Biiilll…  When manipulating the inner thighs moved closer and closer to the still hooded Golden Tush, but…  Didn’t invade, rush in or otherwise.  When he stood up it was obvious based on a visual perspective, arousal had occurred.

Many would assume much from the defined activities inclusive of Biiilll, her and Yours Truly.  What you all will be missing is one fact.  I don’t miss a ‘thang.  In life we aren’t prepared in a formal sense with regard to the chemical compulsions that will ultimately propel us into activities we aren’t ready for or capable of managing.  Biiilll, being professionally skilled knew this.  What he failed to factor in was…

Biiilll and I engaged, “Kickin’ Knowledge” constantly.  He’d put a card out there and I’d examine it, pick it up and drop another just as potent as his.  These talks revolved around the whys and what fors regarding the motivations of man and kind.  He shared with me the reasons behind why he even engaged me to the point he had.  It had all been based on a culture thing.  In his country FOLK, their education is defined by the manner in which they speak.  Good ‘cept for one thing; speech isn’t just the usage of words it is the forethought applied to the depth of how those words will communicate and translate thoughts, intention to others.

Biiilll and I shared a bowl of Egg Flower Soup.  I knew of his culinary skills way before I sat down in his restaurant.  Pre Palate awareness wasn’t about to keep me from enjoying the food of his nation, just as his hidden lust wasn’t about to cause me to wanna allow him to “dive” deep once he defused the inhibitions of the one I allowed him to…  Massage.  I share this because there are so many deviant things goin’ on in this world and if you don’t know yourself, you haven’t a chance when engaged by someone who is certified, knows exactly how to unlock your doors in a manner of speaking.  Biiilll, Sly, Slick & Wicked.  Licensed to practice by those who really don’t have a clue of what he’s actually practicing.  There are a lot of Biiilll out there, but…  I luv my Biiilll because…  Don’t trip, keep livin’, givin’, sharin’ and carin’ and you’ll eventually be able to tell friend from foe.

Psssss; Short piece and fully loaded.  I suggest you don’t try this immediately or alone as the result may not deliver the novice to a place easily able to come back from.  Biiilll, I’ve wanted to…  “Kill Biiilll” once I became aware of his full capabilities once on complete display but then.  I settled in and… Watched, absorbed like you wouldn’t understand.  But…  Possibly you do.

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