Mista Dub R; A Piece Of Work.

Posted in Communications, Relationships, psychology 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.


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


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.

“Vonni’s Swag”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , on February 18, 2014 by ichas8440


Warning, Warning.  This is not SyFy.  Images from “Isaac Asimovs’, I Robot” may come to mind but…  The content of “Vonni’s Swag” is definitely real.  Proceed at your own desire to acquire psychological stimuli guaranteed to propel your thoughts.  You’ve been warned.

Vonni came hard.  Screamin’, hands wavin’ in the air, approachin’ like she just didn’t care.  Knowing it was imperative that I maintain my sanity, I found myself silently reciting a personal mantra that went like so..  “Not today, no no, no no, not today“.  Closing one eye, peeking out the other, I tried to decrease the intensity of the moment.  No effect on…  Vonni’s swag.  She was on one and like a Pit Bull latches on to a swinging rope, so had she to me.  Way beyond a typical display brought about as a woman experiencing the range of emotions stimulated by regular monthly bio-breakdowns.  But, as a Pit Bull is one of the most mis-understood, loveable, dedicated, a joy to be around K-9′s, I could see the beauty in…  Vonni’s swag.

5 feet two, eyes of blue, a body that wouldn’t quit, she could be intoxicating to anyone who wasn’t one such as I, but.  I had to resist the temptation.  “Fight, I must fight“, still the attraction to engage on this level, if only for the immediate stimuli was callin’.  The reason for her fury came in the way of “Yours Truly”.  My life of which she swore was a life she detested with full immunity and…  Under the worst of circumstances, wouldn’t ever succumb too.  Punctuating these stated fact she added, “You can believe that!”.

Vonni, a past fixture at every holiday function where not only she was invited, her significant other was welcomed un-conditionally.  With the passage of each holiday I felt they were moving from the Associates section, elevating themselves to the Friends Of Distinction category, but.  Intuition won’t be trumped and I should have known better.

Vonni, running off at the mouth, spittin’ venom such as like this.  “Who do you think you are with your Wife acting as if she is this Queen, eating, drinking while flaunting herself around, asking everyone if they were enjoying themselves“.  Vonni, could have stopped when she uttered the word enjoying cause when I heard this, I drifted.  Back, just a few days back, reflecting on images compliments of Wifey herself.  But, Pit Bull mode 101, Vonni kept it going.  “And that other one, who’s she, your second.  Her too, checking the oven as if making sure the Lamb doesn’t burn.  Looking up with that pot holder in her hand, asking if I need my drink refreshed.  Susie Homemaker; not.  Come to think about it, the bitch can’t even cook.  I was good the minute I was born, if she was a man she’d know it.  And don’t let me forget those others ‘itches running around in those silly outfits, acting like its their house and you are some…  King!

Then, as if a Modified Player during an advanced game of bait and switch, she…  Switched.  Vonni moved the statements into the questioning category.  Her inquiries, why would a man who…  That’s when she waved her hand along her body in an inclusive move, defining the more hidden assets while finishing her words.  “Why would a man who had full access to me, run and drug another women so he could sex her down?”  Vonni, was in a cauldron yet, managed to speak with subtle authority.  Swag, in full effect.  Her life, under assault in a manner very few would even wanna contemplate.  A worthy opponent, now I knew I had to come as correct or don’t come at all.  Modified Play where the move even when countered will impact everything that follows.  Sometimes adversely, and; I moved.

From a Judicial point based on a Prosecutor’s position, the question wouldn’t even receive the slightest bit of consideration.  Primarily because, that’s an area they are trained not to think towards or in.  The point would be irrelevant.  When a suspect who has become the alleged defendant has all this lodged against ‘em.  Sufficient evidence in abundance, admissible DNA because someone refused to dive hooded.  Not only leaving a bio-profile behind, creating a psychological one defining a person who can’t have the minimal amount of common sense, rendering them non-credible for the defense or prosecution.  It’s what is known as a no-brainer.  “We of the prosecution are going to hang you but first.  We will expose you in open court followed by doing what has been described by law and send you off to languish in a prison way out in the boonies.  A lock-up not of your choice.  Confined in a place where we don’t have to think or see you for what will be as long as your naturally born life.”  But, there’s another side to this.

Got enough money…  Those of the prosecution will, look the other way while your Defense Attorney or…  If you’re truly “Monied-Up” your Dream Team of Attorneys will come up with an unheard of, eventually totally acceptable legal strategy.  What you ask could possibly be a defense in this situation?  “The Affluenza Defense” now defined as one having it way too good when growing up and their adult team of Handlers(parental unit along with other hanger-ons) figured money…  Think a Stripper (Pole Dancer) under the influence of a client making it rain.  Would be the choice of medicinal therapy whenever the actions of the “Monied-up One” appeared in public as a result of acting out against predefined rules and regulations governing society.  Making any criminal allegation, no matter how much evidence pointing to an appearance of questionable guilt, justifiable.  As for the medical position assigned to one accused of such criminal behavior, again, explainable depending on the social/economic background one steps from.  None of which would settle the nerves such as a Vonni.   Some FOLK align themselves to others and understand what it means to be in a close relationship.  Vonni was such a person.  “In It To Win It”, committed, standing at all cost.  Not just there for the benefits of livin’ large while having all the material trappings that are tagged with success.  She was there, regardless, fully aware her man had been caught with his…  So to speak, with his pants down.  Yet, no matter what her anticipations were, she intended to discover the why.  Why would this AH dip so low?  Considering her mental state, what I knew to be Truth wouldn’t only be shocking, it was powerful enough to collapse her entire out look of what a male was.  Quick answer?  The Truth!

Man is still, animal.  Despite of their gentrification, regardless of their social economic public persona, they will always seek the easiest and quickest way of least resistance.  Once the stimuli experienced through sex has surged through the body the desire to return to such a level can become completely captivating.  Nothing supplements or will replace the need, in a sense to…  Feed.  When one has been catapulted back into this mindset, what they may be perceived as, is; no more.  That is, until the sexual thrust pounding deep within has been quenched collectively.  Meaning, biologically, psychologically, emotionally and…  Chemically.  Yes a balance within must be achieved for the mode to diminished .  What about the image of such?  Image is a visual projection of what is.  Not a statement confirming what is to come based on who’s coming is.  Vonni’s man did what he did because…  My Crystal Ball…  Being polished right about now, but I can say this.  Under such circumstances forget the prescreening steps said to identify these less than desirable traits.  Antiquated at best and, shouldn’t receive consideration because of the motivations within the mindsets of those administrating such test in the first place.  Background Checks follow a precise algorithm based on what is consider logic.  The fallacy when using such qualifying procedures come into play because this sexual behavior isn’t logical or deviant, it is…  Because the arrival to conditions positive towards acquiring the goal sought are immediate.   Background Checks are just that, compilations of traits/behaviors that will be modified based on the a-scribers of supports design.   Now factor in the real such as Vonni’s case.  Pre-screening steps to eliminate certain types really don’t identify despite being believed to, signify while blaring out.  “These are the tendencies, here is is the predisposition.  Proceed at your own risk.”  Right.  I hear, read and become aware of this mass trickeration meant to manipulate minds and I think back to prisons where the prisoners are in charge.  There will be no real incarceration goin’ on under said circumstances with confirmation coming in the way of…  (See Club Fed U.S.A.)  You can say same when seeking psychological resolve in wanting to know how to cull the sexual deviation from man and kind.  It ain’t happening because…

I once knew a crew of females who deployed their ranks, purposely attracting and trapping males who.  Went for the big booty and intoxicating looks.  All visual mind you and once the male was in the cross-hairs, the trigger was pulled.  Taken down authenticated and off to the liar or, in some cases the hotel.    Drugged and sexually manipulated.  Nothing sensual about it, their attitudes were exactly like their male counterparts.  Sensuality was not in the script.  They raped ’til it stank.  These females fed off this endeavor.  I didn’t condone their behaviors but, I understood why the introduction of drugs.  Debilitates to a degree of 99%, eliminating the physical resistance.  Suppresses the psychological inhibitions killing off any sense of moral interpretations.  Is it the habits of a sick mind?  Psychotic, neurotic manifestations of what’s really goin’ on in the mind?  Not a doctor.

Chemicals introduced to the body will create a set of patterns conducive to a certain behavior.  The Admin. of the drug be them friend or foe are up on this.  Date rape drugs aren’t anything new nor is the type of person deciding to add them to their arsenal some foreign conceptual fantasy.  Vonni’s other half could have been classified as an over sexed type and no matter what she served him personally, wouldn’t satisfy his hidden desires.  Should she have considered a 12 step program for diversion?  No, especially if it is one of those where you can go home, walk outta the gate as you please.  Free to leave in search of a private spot to contemplating your misfortune?  Why?  Simply put, when any group, organization’s power-base is driven while remaining connected to the bottom line, (financial profit) it will be easily manipulated if and when the bottom line begins to decrease.  Again, you have to understand the Powers That Be.  In America everything that will produce a financial profit eventually moves into a regulated category mandated by the same forces, seen/hidden that wants the same money source.

Persecution from a Judicial level you say?  Merely functionary.  Those who are “Papered Up“, having practices these mad methods for eons, knowing the score way before they even anticipate a move. When caught, when they become the culprit of such a sickening accusation, their mindset will always be.  “Immune to what is applied to the masses, besides.  Types such as Vonni’s significant other are there just for such a situation.  Parade him or her in the media.  Make them the Despicable Ones.  As for me, peer protected straight-out.”

Peer protected, what is this?  I said, many aren’t even aware of what’s been goin on even thought it’s right in their faces.  Carried out, participated in by those same powers you don’t wanna see.  The position for these has always been, “Until I’m found guilty I’m innocent, release me“.  They are released.  Set free on their own recon and continue to recon.  Identifying other Vics (victims), preying on their mis-conceptions compliments of imprints previously superimposed by those same FOLK who are given the power and positions of communal authority.  For another time, get the Vic behind closed doors, cycle continues.  Reenactment begins again.

This world I knew.  Vonni was good, baited me and switched like a serious Player.  Made the move that others wouldn’t have been able to adjust to because of the unexpected.   What she missed was my personal cloaking ability and luv for the X-Factor.  As for her significant other, his dilemma which would, in time, engulf her.  No worries.  She was strong in her sense of self.  That Swag, aka Cool, all up in her.  Still, she was resigned to finding solace.  ‘Ol Boye (Hubby), really beyond her reach.  A condition she’d have to accept.  Predator in disguise.  Living the life, waving to the neighbors as he pulled out and onto the streets of their neighborhood.  Always feeling and looking good to the world.  What Vonni hadn’t factored into the equation was…  These forms of deviations exercised through sexual conquest are done under the supportive eyes of those who run society, exactly as I’ve stated.

Much of this will be perceived as un-ethical and cannot be true.  Thoughts not wished to be thought, personal bonds existing within a life most don’t wanna have any clue of.  These bonds I speak on are, because everyone in this loop anticipates a benefit from the psycho/emotional life cycle they’ve move into.  Some say a non-traditional life cycle if it does exist, yet.  A life cycle historical in every sense.  Why?  Because historical is onto the cultural which is sometimes not in the eyes of those who wanna remain in the traditional fold.  Previously I mentioned a Pit Bull.  From a historical sense they are breed to stand on those factors personifying their basic nature, but.  Depending on their traditional exposure they can and will become…  All they can be minus the viciousness traditionally know to possess.  Vonni, discovered something and came at me from a Pit Bull’s point of perception.  Only because she hadn’t ever being giving a real blue print designed for her own individuality.  She was now with another, one who had issues resulting in monumental consequences placing both of ‘em at a perilous crossroads.  Married but couldn’t find a way to garner the the public acceptance of her significant other because.  Probably because of traditional standards he was now being subjected too.  She was ‘pose to have know better in her quest to be with another.  Impossible.  How?  Not ever show the way to truly see what is before you.  Vonni, had swag as stated, she also refused to…  Move outta a traditional mode of thought.

Very few receive the benefits of knowing how to engage another on an intimate basis let alone deal with the negative repercussions that come with some relationships.  In my life I’ve met way too many FOLK who are in a miserable relationship or have had way too many engagements with others resulting in horrific regrets.  Why?  Cause, they wasn’t knowin’ from The Gate.  Had never been given the skill-sets to engage on the level they soon found themselves within, and…  Because they had no desire towards understanding those driving emotions pushing them in the first place.   Vonni, came to me seeking answers but.  Conclusions aren’t always objective.  First you have to subjective yourself in order to arrive at that, conclusion.  She like many others failed when refusing to initially think, “What about me“.  Maybe not within the same lifestyle perimeters but.  Whenever something happens, is witnessed and cannot be defined with a quickness based on standards germane to the social environment, the fall back will always be, must be unethical.  This is not to say all things are justified, it is to say, justification is onto those who are in the rotation period.

Vonni, could be perceived as super ‘itch caught-up in her own misery.  Vonni, indicative of a much larger percentage of society not restrictive to male or female.  Vonni, Vernon, interchangeable as they are merely names.  This condition is not discriminatory based on sex.  When the heart is broken, discovery of the lie, “who ya gonna call”?  Most proceed to their primary care doctor; Big mistake.  This professional  isn’t capable of doing anything for you and…  Even the Heart Surgeon you have on speed dial can’t assist.  The fact is, heart, broken, lies, spread.  Belief in honesty, shattered.  Not a case of a damaged value or arteries.  In cases of the heart pay close attention to the manifested malfunction before you just run and tell it.  Broken heart, call one who specializes in; Affairs Of The Heart.

Vonni, sexually repressed, now add personally and professionally isolated.  These conditions onto anyone’s life can be traced to self impositions.  Vics are identified way before the individual knows themselves to be of this nature.  Personification of the traits of the Vic are on full exposure no matter the circumstances and can be traced back to…  Regardless, I ain’t even repeating it.  When fears and phobias prevent anyone from looking at themselves when fronted with adverse conditions.  Situations they find themselves smack dab in the middle of, its…

The cat strolls in, glances around, sniffing the air with a marked sense of self.  To watch the cat many conclude either cat is arrogant, cat is stubborn while perceiving others as beneath cat and cat doesn’t want anything to do with anybody invading their space.  Then…  There’s another way to see cat.  Maybe, this cat just isn’t into any of what’s going on.  Sorta like the script everyone is reciting today;  “He or She Just Isn’t That Into You”

The Real; The Cat is being a Cat.

Psssss; Glimpses, that’s all you get of my life.  Presented to establish where I’ve been so you may know I don’t speak from a point of; assumptions.  My insights on He and She are based on various forms of qualifying standards, none of which are gleamed, swiped from the pillars supporting others life known as B.S..  Oh, have I experienced loss?  No doubt, if it isn’t for a loss you’ll not know how priceless anything can be.  Vonni, will keep that swag.  She’ll be okay.  Eventually she stripped off the shackles.  Reached up, took out the Contact Lens, revealing some really sexy brown eyes.

“Gospel Of Prosperity; G’s Verse”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships on February 1, 2014 by ichas8440


He approached from my blind side, but.  When out and about I seldom sit with my back exposed.  Shoulders squared, abs, definitely strengthened based on his chest defining the shirt he wore, indicating to anyone looking this was an example of a Demi-type-god.  Barbara & Ann (the 9mm twins) shelved a long time ago but…  This is a situation I’d been built for.  Now, standing at the corner of my table he spoke.  “You are one bourgeois ass Mutha’, but you wasn’t ever one to lie“.  Tone and temperament set, he asked if it was okay to sit down, I waved my hand, welcoming him.

In between bites of this and samples of that, we “exchanged cards” (discussed things in an pro-active way) and I soon realized, he, Wifey had decided to seek consultation on their relationship issues compliments of the ‘Ol religious leader.  Hummm, I didn’t really wonder where they had disappeared too, but…  Now I knew.  Much subtracted from their insurance policy along with an extra-ordinary co-payment in the way of cash going directly into Preacher man’s pocket, caused an immediate reassessment of who  and how they identified those who could assist.  My ex-client, aborted mission, taking Wifey, leaving me, raced to another and soon realized.  Those who speak reverently and with a religious foundation aren’t what they seem.  Preacher man, spoke well, I was told he motivated like no one ever did and…  Eventually took full advantage of the “fruits born onto Wifey“.  Yeap, he hit it even with my ex-client right in the next room.

My thoughts after hear this.  “All around the world same song“.  The difference in any song is…  What bass line is driving the melody.  Not a metaphor nor a slick cliché’, a reality that always requires personal review.  The components making up a successful anything don’t change.  They are constant.  Maybe my ex-clients where hypnotized by Preacher man’s visually impacting aura.

Today, the religious leaders are skilled in rhetoric.  Numbers have dropped and they’ve been unwrapped.  Revealing a programming un-recognized before by the masses.  They have an ability to inspire.  Motivate and…  Psychologically hallucinate.  What isn’t asked of ‘em is…  Is this inspiration based on spiritual guidance or.  Words erupting because they have a hidden agenda influenced by basic human compulsion?  Pressure in the sense commanding them to serve the same master by the name of Greed!

My ex-client who previously couldn’t get with the way I spoke to and looked at his significant other when they arrived for consultation.  I told him if he couldn’t control his jealousy around me, he didn’t stand a chance with those others he’d encounter because…  They had definite intentions of gettin’ between him and his…  As a matter of fact, ex-client once told me I was a charlatan.  To this attempt at insult I mentioned to him that if we’d of met Back-In-The-Day…  Well, just be thankful he met me today because then, he wouldn’t even see me comin’.  Wifey would have been served on a Golden tray and his conversation to me would have been a complementing appetizer of things to come.

My words, the vernacular, colloquium, sounds slick to those who ain’t knowin’.  Many hear and assume a lesser class.  Truth Be Told, no words will ever convey the sincerity or intensity of the truth of what is said.  It’s not what’s said as much as its content and theme, making up the context of; how and what is conveyed.   Women love words because the sounds connects to a place very few can touch deep within their total composition.  Still and all, once the connection has been made, they…  Females, know if those words are real or…  Said just to get them to spread and stray.

I do what I do based on being…  Built for this.  When asked “Is this a calling“, I can attest to the affirmative because.  I understand what is being asked of me and the importance of delivering on the level required.  A calling means you have the ability, potential and innate skills to do what you’re doing and.  None of those qualifications were realized because of the financial possibilities and considerations alone.  I feel for those “Bamboozled” by those more knowledgeable with visual swag.  What’s missed is the criminally and crafty component.  Oh, don’t get it twisted, I was once crafty, but…  Criminally inspired?  Ummmm, didn’t arousal me.

The Preacher man exposed to me by my ex-client, I’d seen ‘em many times before.  They can be identified by obvious micro-expressions.  One is their visual make-up.  I refer to this as “sheep’s clothing”.  They come dressed just as those they are ‘pose to attend.  This is a stealth move based on deceit.  Something else, the touchy feely contact dynamic.  Eyes that lock on certain appendages of the anatomy followed by a strategically placed hand stroking or remaining on your significant others thigh a ‘lil too long.  A definite indication this is a “Full Frontal HoodWinkin’ Affair”.  If my ex-client would have factored in some of this, he wouldn’t be tellin’ me about any of that; Drama.  He abandoning me and what I put his way and all because he assumed I was…  Not really something needing a re-explanation, when you judge the judgment spawns from your beliefs of another which are seldom based on facts.

The desire to “Swim In Another’s Pleasure Pool” may be on the radar in the eyes of the beholder, but.  Those who are truly beholding know some waters aren’t meant for everybody.  Since the analogy is the element of water, to qualify the interest of another’s “tepidness, cool or lukewarm to their hotness” simply step back and off.  Observe from afar and take a stroll through your on mind exploring and experiencing creating your thoughts.  Associate those concepts with the thoughts that move the collective desires of others.  Then, take it a step further.  Now you’ve got a real reference base to identify the real from the…  Charlatans.

Gospel of Prosperity seem to be the goin’ conversation spread by many of the cloth, but.  This is nothing new, it has always been this way.  Not a single church is built without finances.  It’s called the business of living.  Those alive get caught up in the business because they are blinded by the human aspect of all of this.  Won’t suggest Preacher man do it like I, but…  With prosperity comes a greater sense of responsibility, just as this understanding of the responsibility onto those making up the flock has to be considered also.  FOLK spoken of by those with religious imprints are referred to as “sheep”.  Sheep are lead, eventually to a slaughter, but.  It’s not ever viewed from this perspective collectively.  From my point of interpretation, I…  Don’t care, I…  See life for what it is.  If you are saintly then accept the physical separation defining who and what you represent.  Don’t fall to petty feelings and get caught only to say, “Forgive me, I’m only human“.

I shared with my ex-client that we live and hopefully learn as we make our walk through this life.  I, really didn’t wanna hear about what Wifey was up to behind closed doors with…  Preacher man.  What I imparted to him was simple.  If…  If he wanted Wifey and felt she was worth it, put in work and understand that what she fell to was based on what she forgot to stand up for.  Preacher man wasn’t stronger than her, he was.  One who catered to her deepest desires.  Desires are on the same level as wants. Deal with the needs, which stand a part, residing on a platform, making up the pillars surrounding the foundation encasing the necessities completing your life.

Whoosh, smooth words again, just as my ex-client confirmed.  But…  Not as cool nor havin’ the swagger of the memories shared, making up the life known as.  Staring; “The Two Making Up The We“.  People trip, make moves, hoping they will turn a corner and poof.  Get it right just because.  Ain’t nothin’ for the because, it’s all about a cause.  Cause as in source, reason, origin.

Psssss; Flip the script, replace one sex with the other and; same song.  I know female Pastors/Ministers, who’ve separated same sex members of their congregation who came seeking assistance only…  To get hit from the blind side where the Preacher Woman took way too much liberty in the way of sexual privileges, gratifications with the one female wanting help.  The sex of the person doesn’t change the intentions of the individual.  Oh yes, I am “Game Tight” and I ain’t scared to admit it.  Step to me, I will remain…  Smooth G.  The difference is, ask and know that you will received.  Come to me and know you’d better be ready for what you seek in the way of; knowledge.  I may look, but…  You ain’t even knowin’ my motivation.  What you need to know is…  I really do this and I’ve been there.  All the rest is based on accessing memory.  Something you won’t be apart of.  Right, memory, already downloaded.  No need for a physical refresher course.

How Do You Make A Relationship Work… Hummm

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


Stating what I know with regard to “Player” seems to have engaged something similar to a Pandora’s Box.  Another email arrived with the sender asking, “Who gave “you” the right to profess to have a PhD in what you refer to as Playology”.  For anyone else, maybe this line of questioning would be cause for prolonged thought as to who and what One was actually made of.  Not in the case of…  G.

Abandoning the original form of communications and picking up the cell, it was obvious.  Audible inflections didn’t reflect the tone of the email.  I could sense a calming.  Emotional settlement, ya know.  Anger is something usually triggering an offensive response and can be traced back to a personal discord to what it is, absorbed.  Once this person concluded their point had been heard, received and accepted, they reverted back to cool status and I knew now, our conversation would be productive.  I shifted with an easiness moving them into my world effectively letting them know I hadn’t professed anything.  In fact if they’d of paid attention it was the word “attest” not profess.  When the Emailer heard this, the simple clarification made ‘em laugh out loud.  The ice so to speak had been broken.

InnerPersonal Communications is straight “luv” when you stop seeking domination over another and just flow with what ‘cha know.  We continued with our dialogue and I felt really good with who I was talking with.  When the phrase “Cuttin’ up a rug” was injected and my response being, “take it to the dance floor baby” didn’t cause the conversation to slow, I knew…  Knew that both of us understood the term “Boss”.  Oh, Boss?  The word used in this sense means being at the top of Your Game and little to do with professional separation by means of entitlement.  So many confuse terms and phrases used by another when they speaks and this creates a lack of insight regarding what is or is said, meant or implied by that other.  Then…  As I sat there, contemplating all this…  Goodness in exchange, “bam”, it happened.

4:45, early early morning.  The room was dark, ‘cept for the blue glow emitting from the screen of my cell.  Light seen, mental registration confirmed.  There was no need to stop the next level of notification as my cell continued to vibrate in my hand.  Yes, a full blown audible attack had commenced compliments of modern tech so I simply spoke the words; “Answer”.  The sobbing was picked up first followed by the voice.  Claris, Wifey to Claudius, “Laud” for short.  Her statement, “Did I wake you” came through clearly.  She had no idea I was already in conversation with another.  Her question, the purpose for contact came quickly.  “Will you please tell me how do you win at a relationship”.

Quick answer, “Commit to something greater than you”.  Extended version, it’s obvious and germane to the word itself.  Relationship, “relate knowing a ship cannot sail without full cooperation from everybody onboard”.

Claris and marriage was serial where she was concerned.  This was Hubby number five and her passion was still high.  Cause of confusion moving her to the border lines of Confrontation Court, didn’t matter.  She was steep in her belief that Laud wasn’t getting’ off easy and she wasn’t goin’ out without standin’ for what she needed.  Hummm, two characteristics required to survive were there already on display.  Yes, she would be one who would avoid the present onslaught known as typical Drama .

My other line was chiming in again.  The name etched across the screen, Laud.  This was beginning to develop nicely, a FAM under assault with both parties seeking support independently with the hopes of avoid the inevitable.  Muting Claris I accepted Laud’s call.  He also spoke from a position of passion.  His words didn’t deviate in tonality either when he said.  “Man ‘uck these so-called experts tellin’ me to bring the Wifey down for another session so they can evaluate why we are constantly falling apart as a couple.  Man it’s gotta be’ mo to this shit other than a bunch of meeting alleging therapy.  This shit ain’t do it.  Help me man, I’m missin’ something and they ain’t tryin’ to see me when I go on one cause they takin’ my money like I’m a fool ”.

Two calls, 2 distinct personalities.  Both tired of all the mumbo-jumbo coming from the Therapist, Psychologist, Marriage Family Counselors (MFCs) all abiding by the HIPPA Laws convoluted by other professional organization mandates who only have one concern.  Profitably despite these same laws prescribed to  promote Health Insurance Portability and Accountability.  Many professionals only want to, keep ‘em in the blind and get that money.  Hummm, opposition I sense?  Okay, those opposed to what is can merely confirm by asking any in representation of the titles listed the same question Claris presented to me.  Your answer will be…

I cannot say what the answer will be exactly as I don’t ‘fess to have a Crystal Ball so I cannot tell what the future hold nor what the past was in its totality.  What I do know is ‘nar one will respond with a definitive answer because.  Those mandates, the pre-defined guidelines in which they have to follow to do business with the masses professionally won’t let ‘em. “How do you know this?”  Through fine R&D of the rules and regulations stipulating professional engagement in same.  All mandates, government guidelines have a secondary agenda which is actually the primary directive.  It’s all about making money.  Help…  Wait on it.

Today there is a trend known as “Interactive Exchange”.  This is when those involved with a significant other won’t take it anymore and “take a break” from their significant other.  While on break if they happen to become intimate with someone else with a residual package appearing months after and they’ve also returned from the break from their “significant other”.  Nothing changes and everything continues as before.  All blend and move forward as one happy FAM.  I can understand this foundation when it’s based on culture stability but…  Personally, surrogate doesn’t work in the long run, emotionally or structurally especially in a social sense because…  Western Social Orders (hidden agendas) even though publicly accepting of such, privately, talk about those involved in same from a negative point of view.  This creates an edgy psychological atmosphere whenever the two totally different schools of thought collide.  Or, as some might wanna believe, meet.

When seeking support, understanding and clarification because of something one encounters, only to not get anything real.  File it under the category defined as stalling.  When FOLK don’t really know or have been regulated to the doctrine of “not tellin’” because of pre-defined mandates, usually you can trace it back to this tactic.  I can’t do this B.S. because when I do anything and don’t feel the vibe.  The after effects are emotionally draining cause I short-changed myself.  Imagine going to a pre-op consultation where the Surgeon who will perform your operation can’t find the words to explain what it is that will be done.  Why it has to be conducted under such sterile condition.  What one should anticipate as positive results and what the negative aspects will be, and…   Sits there, twiddling’ their fingers, watching  you and hoping you the patient won’t continue to question their authority in seeking clarification for wanting solace prior to laying down while the same Surgeon along with their allegedly highly competent team get ready to…  Basically play The Almighty but are really experimenting on you.  Failure to have an ability in answering any question ‘posed, especially in an area you are ‘pose to have command of is a sure sign that…  You have just delivered yourself to someone characteristic of the complications that’s brought you into this realm in the first place.

Back to Claris and Laud.  He knew she had been down this path a few times before he was ever on deck but what he didn’t factor in was…  Why had she maintained that luggage, carrying it from “ship to ship”.  For this I also had an answer but.   What works for some may not apply to others.  Say I gave him my vibes on how to address his predicament and he had ulterior motives.  Oh yes, maybe it was a case of him seeing that booty, gettin’ a taste, becoming hooked and now.  Didn’t have any idea in how to handle it from the point he found himself in.  Not sayin’ this was the case but could have been the case.  Way too many get involved with the significant other and won’t go past the exterior projections.  You wanna win in a relationship you’ve gotta come correct.  Starting with yourself.  What are and were your motivations.  Why are you there.

We are a society totally reliant on technology for our daily source of nourishment.  Western Society demands to get their fuel from the same sources who know they’ve exhausted the original sources for substances and have gladly designed substitutes of which, no body questions.  Again the why?  I know the why and its…  Laziness.  It’s okay to want instant instant, just know that when you get away from the original DNA of anything all you have is a substance of lesser quality.  Swag or Cool, which is the one and defining adjective capable of being all-inclusive, representing the actual manifestation of who and what you are?  Nothing changes based on the era or point in time when that point in time forgets what time it derived from.  As in the relationship.  There are so many professionals, lay persons, Life Coaches trying to do this and…  They’re clueless.  The mess society has created in how FOLK don’t relate is because…  Again, based on what FOLK have allowed themselves to be reduced to.  Claris is a serial relationship person, not because she’s lonely but based on being alone.  There is a difference.  Her core group of friends, associates, they aren’t providing something she definitely needs and probably can’t, but.  Because of the longevity between ‘em, she’s formed a connection and won’t break the negative bonds they are built upon.  “How do you know this?”  30 years plus, dedicate to pushing the envelope in this same life she’s leading.  Three decades of intimate relationship, trying all types of moves, examining the triggers I’ve pulled after the power contained within had been released.  All to see what will make my significant others stand tall or.  Abort mission, evac talking madness about me and what I did as they step and…

As I said to Claris, Laud, I will share with you.  As in life being about money, all life without money guarantees one thing.  Little probability of establishing anything of substances.  So can be said of a relationship greatly reduced in its successes because of a simple failure to pro-actively communicate.  Stating the whys and what for with regard to your expectations and aspirations, minus the B.S. created by so-called friends and FAM and…  Possibly including those fake professionals engaging a secondary life because they assume they know or have found something you haven’t found.  So I say once again, to win in a relationship, simple commit.  If you’re afraid, then.  You weren’t built for it in the first place.  Break-wide and find something different

Psssss; A Player feels the warmth from the sun just as you.  The difference in the degree of warmth felt, even if it’s a hot day is based on perception.  So when you see another, head held high,immersed in comfort while standing in the hot blazing sun, don’t trip, assuming they are a fool.  Just know they probably have ascended to a higher consciousness knowing something you need to know.

Player, G has a PhD in this ology…

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, Relationships with tags , on December 31, 2013 by ichas8440

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Eyes rolled.  Noses with super inflated nostrils sucking up all the air.  Evidence of a fully engaged psychological episode moving way off into the zone of discontent.  G…  Watched and images of a rabid dog came immediately to mind.  And, He sat there, comfortable as he flavored his coffee, swished the spoon around with a grace unseen under such circumstances.  Composure when confronted with such a stressful situation conveys a powerful vibe to those intent on sending negative vibes.  Especially those Haters.

Hatred is nothing and everyone is born with something.  Hating is learned, acquired by those who hang out and around with…  Haters.”

When asked “R U Ah Player“, by one of those silly enough to abandoning their own comfort such as sipping on a cup of coffee while enjoying the sights and sounds paraded right before their eyes…  Was all G needed to see and re-acquire the attitude for such an occasion, and so.  He smiles and responds with a non-audible reply.  It was his demeanor, the visual looks projected which said “he” was the one who belongs and they.  Were the ones lost.

Doctors become Medicine men and women because they have a passion backed with a focused ability allowing them to rise to the occasion once and when their professional adaptation has been complete.  Can a Doctor be a Player?  Yes, especially by present day definitions.  Just as an Athlete assumes the position when an inquiry is made as to.  “R U a professional athlete?”  He or she who is, knowing what they do will reply by defining exactly what it is they do, because.  What one, who achieves the consciousness to humbly inhale the rarefied air reserved for those who…  Have…  re-ascended know one thing.  The level in which they circulate professionally and personally is based on one difference.  They refuse to allow society to demonize who they are by what they do.

A Player is anyone who approaches what they do with a passion seldom understood by most.  To Play is to understand with a precise exactness that of which you do well in and excel in, with a proficiency others mainly only dream about.  A Player confined or limited by the pursuit of stupid stuff.  The re-qualification of the meaning of the word making those who are demonic has only added another layer of ignorance to the social consciousness of the public at large.  When those not knowing, hear it as its now being put down, they say, “This is not what we see or say is a Player, you’ve got us twisted“.  Hummm, these replies re nothing more than deflections.  A way to maintain their sanity when what should really be considered is.  Asking why you are even using the terminology employing the word “twisted”.  Most don’t even know where the colloquialism derived from.

The word “twisted” is extracted from the vernacular of those in The Loop.  Those considered of a sub-culture of which, most who are active within all contemporary cultures look to in order to pretend as if they know what’s goin’ on.  Call this a Rights of Passage by the un-initiated and yes, I know the collective definition of Player is way different than what it is, because.  Few know what a Player is with even less understand what is required to be one.

Player, Playa, all the same and everyone has picked up the mantel that has labeled one as anyone who has no respect for women and discards ‘em like you would a used napkin.  Hummm, in the more upscale eateries a napkin is usually a fine piece of linen.  Sometimes a 800 thread count swatch of colored cotton in a broad plaid color formation.  “Whoa, I wasn’t even thinkin’ like that, and this is your analogy?”.  Again, many are with those who’ve accepted the labels spread by those who…  Hate.

Unannounced but recognized immediately a lady appears.  Like someone has flipped a switch preventing those who wanna look from looking, they force themselves to not stare, but.  Not a one misses her as she sashays effortlessly between the tables and sits her delicious self right next to G.  Male patrons are now drooling, fumbling with the conversation they had gladly and previously enjoyed with the ones’ their with.  Some are even acting like dogs, sniffing the air in hopes of getting a stronger indication of her scent.  Some would have paid just to get a whiff of her panties.  Her counterparts, a mix.  Some gave her props by  visually acknowledging all she represented.  Even speaking up on her choice of clothing.  But none were the slightest bit aware that she had recently withdrawn from the life reserved for those demonized based on public perception of…  Who women like she, represented.  Was the confusion based on mis-interpretation or was she just…   Assimilating?

Vanessa and G drank, laughed, buttered their bread, looking and doing what everyone else did when dining.  V, as referred to by G said any woman who’s watched those shows about “Cat Houses” aka “Legalized Ho Houses” or any other T. V. Reality Show where the man or woman is powerful,  Getting paid to manage another, demanding while steppin’ all over those whom they manage are actually supportive of the Pimp type.  Why?  Because the characteristics of a Pimp are within the same leadership dynamic of those large and in full charge in most legalized orders.  R these pillars in society, Titans of industry, Media and or whatever ,”Players”?

G is someone few know little about.  Personally, professionally or publicly.  People hate because this is a collective position based on fearful FOLK who’ve been imprinted mentally.  Like lambs who are nothing more than sheep, following within a flock lead by a Herder who is steep in…  Hatin’.   “This is not me.”  So you say.  Check out the sites where He or She seek a relationship with another.  The number one statement in support of what I’m saying goes like this.  “If you’re a Player, please don’t contact me“.  Oh, so ‘ya know, general consensus that say who and what FOLK are.  Will be, wanna be, are reflective of those who are attracted to such social outlets.

If a Player is one who chases the opposite sex and in some cases, the same sex, the majority of the professionals on deck.  No matter their walk within society are…  A Player.  That is, based on the defining characteristic/traits within leaders, commanders, CEO’s, Motivational Bamboozlers and or otherwise.

William “Bill” Clinton has one of the smartest women of modern society on his side.  There’s vicious rumors Baracca and Michelle Obama are experiencing similar issues like what Hillary went through when those same scandalous words gained momentum through media blast about their “extra curriculum sexual activities” .  Player you say?  You ain’t even knowin’.  Players are in every bedroom community, standing on the Pulpit, sucking out the fat in the capacity of your Surgeon.  Presiding over civil and criminal proceedings from the position of Your Honor.  And the list continues.

G, consummated individual, smooth, aloof.  Not really concerned or pre-occupied in what most think of him, unless.  This one is of the mindset to…  Stalk.  G…  Attracted to women because of the biological, psychological and emotional under-current stuff that’s going on when he sees or considers one who is worthy of his attention. Passion is a driving force he understands.  The women he’s enjoyed within his intimate circle would go beyond laying with him, they’d die for him.  Was it a manipulation thing?  Did G have some seventh or eighth sense giving him an ability to brainwash on sight?  Was G practicing in the ‘Hood along with others who came from the same environment, studying about this Dynamic Ancient Art under the forever present watching eyes of those who’ve…  Monitored and maintained this social construct leading to racial profiling and isolation of those within, and.  Some how, still managed to come outta the same “Rag-Tagged” community, go forth, profile and defile any and every female who came into his sights, without.  Those same watchful eyes of those scared types who defined the label of who he was in the first place?  Whoa, G, those like him, must be some tremendously crafty ones.

Knowledge will go beyond setting anyone on the journey to freedom, but.  Way too many rather stick themselves on stupid and remain spectators.  When anyone is made to wear a jacket that doesn’t fit and…  The jacket really doesn’t belong to them but they gladly put it on is.  A Zip Damn Fool.

Dignity is something which few have.  Dignity like respect is a characteristic worn like a well designed piece of clothing.  When it fits everyone can tell and knows…  This is you.  Nothing more needs to be said.  Still, its amusing to G, V as in Vanessa how so many say, publicly what they don’t want.  Then, turn down the lights, be able to vamoose to a city where you’re not known and…  The Player appears.

Psssss:  G has a ‘lil She.  She will know the difference of what is as opposed to what is demanded to be.  Players, she won’t fear ‘em.  She won’t run from them or anyone as she knows, already what triggers and creates the victim syndrome” .  She will be because…  She is growing to understand the full compliments of her DNA.  24 and 24, which will become dominate and bust through the door!  Ya Feel it don’t cha…


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