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“Who Dat; PT III”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on February 26, 2015 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.Graphic.WhoDat.PTIII.2015‘Lil Kubla, microcosm of what’s really goin’ on in the minds of many.  Oh, U don’t think so?  “50 Shades Of Grey The Book” that became the trending theatrical must see film deals with fantasies both male and female.  The theme; built around BDSM (Bondage/Discipline Dominance/Submission Sadomasochism).  The nexus, sexual tension based on deprivation.  What was once hidden and only discussed behind closed doors and in nondescript residential Dungeons finally received public anointment.  Exactly as what was going on in ‘Lil Kubla’s mind just as the interest of the public proved with the release of 50 Shades.

Strolling towards the rendezvous spot, contemplating in silence, a car gently comes around the corner, parks in a crazy way right in front of the window where…  ‘Lil Kubla is also standing while in deep thought.  A man of seemingly European descent steps out and casually motions for her to come.  She moves quickly in the direction and…  Watching from a distance I see a verbal interaction developing.  She becomes animated, hand gestures used to push her points.  He steps from behind the door that shielded him and is now right in her face. Violence ensues as he yanks her hair, wraps his hand within its length.  Then he spins her around, forces her to assume the position like a cop would do during a typical traffic stop.  Her hands pressed on the hood of his car he throws her dress up. Is my heart racing?  Am I fearing that this may be a set-up, pre-arranged for their benefit and I just happened to be the chosen one?

The sequence of events has drawn others who drive by, glance over and stop.  Head lights doused and the audience forms.  Sex in the city on Main Street and I like the others, haven’t turned my head.  A shameful act? Shameless FOLK who’ve made up the Looky Lou’s playing a role and not running to rescue ‘Lil Kubla who… Is definitely being manhandled and seemingly violated? Who knows! I do…

Deed done the male zips his clothing while she turns around and just stand there, shaking her head at him.  He slaps her, she doesn’t recoil but keeps standing.  Inside his car he notices me, “donut’s” in my direction and comes screeching to a halt.  He doesn’t get out but lowers his window and intimidates the words “You got a problem”.  His problem was that he hadn’t recognized Shorty B. who now has blocked all possibly exit routes and; speaks softly in his direction.  “Hey, if you wanna start something keep running your mouth”.  My man Shorty B….

For me, it was obvious the intensity of ‘Lil Kubla personal drive and recognized her skills long ago, she luved to push the envelope so to speak.  Like with men and women of today, despite of what I do professionally as tough as she had “pressed up on me”, it may have been only a matter of time ‘til.  The emotional tension pushed us over into Lust Land.  Hence, I moved first.  Shorty B. heard me out and gladly offered to cover my back.  That’s what men do.  We sharpen one another and he knew enough about life to know under the circumstances, “BMIBH” (Black Man In Beverly Hills), it would be a tragedy when the Po Po pulled up and I was identified as the aggressor.

‘Lil Kubla came to me as the car and the male pulled off into the darkness of the night.  Not about to be tricked into believing “Foolio” was leaving so willfully, Short B. followed in the same direction.  Talking with her I found out why she carried her gun.  It wasn’t limited to the need in case she found herself in a compromising position with someone from the outside, but.  As a precaution if and when Hubby got to…

Hubby was the one she truly held fear of, Hubby…  Who took what he decided was his and in his mind she was his property.  She reiterated her hatred towards him and said she should have pulled the trigger when he first pulled up.  My conclusion was why?  Under the unfolding, “up lifting” circumstances, her libido was higher than ever.  Some situations have a way of increasing the tensions between two people who find themselves in a “compromising sequences” of events and she exhibited all the classic signs.  Not to say she sought this, but… I know if she wanted to shoot, she’d of shot.

When speaking with another simple listen to the way the other speaks.  The slight nuances as the syllabic sounds trail off.  Recognize the tremble in the voice, all obvious and all indications of what’s going on deeper in the psyche.  She wanted out of her mundane life but… FOLK become accustom to life’s customs.  She wasn’t going anywhere at least not at this point.  Hubby had Drama and she knew the possibilities of an instant script change.  She lived with the man, knew exactly what he’d assume since she’d been leaving the home on the same night, at the same time, each week.  Did she think I’d not think he’d eventually follow her?  What is known is with so much stuff churning within One’s mind a release point has to be identified.  Which is to say; I knew enough to have Shorty B. run the interference I needed.

In order to make it within the structure of any InnerPersonal relationship a paradigm change has to be made.  With the basic dynamic of the relationship now in flux, what was not acceptable yesterday is definitely up front and center today.  Avoidance of this reality is how One gets caught up…  The shift in perception can be simple when One knows the futility of One’s actions.  The causes and effect which are gonna usher in consequences most don’t intent to adjust to or deal with.  What ‘Lil Kubla thought she knew had been created from a collection of impressions taken from images seen via Media presentations.  “The Hunt” is real and from a visual point this Hunt has a built in stimuli that seeps deep into One’s already over stimulated psyche.  Before it’s realized, you’ve been lead to the entrance of The Rabbit Hole and pushed inside.  ‘Lil Kubla seeking much, wanting more settled for her perceived Storybook life.  What she didn’t know was the flip side of that offered even more intoxicating dangers.

Tic Toc Tic Toc, the same sound of any timepiece, even those that have become so advance through technology ’til they run silent.  Time still moves on and…  The seasons change but The Game remains the same.  ‘Lil Kubla had progressed from where it all began to where she found herself with me.  What she missed was much like “Anna Mae Bullock” from Nutbush Tennessee did once she had made her way into Ike’s world.  She morphed and didn’t wanna accept it.

Everyone aspires to participate but few wanna accept the actual cost for admission.  Genghis Khan descended in or around 1162 establishing The Great Khan Empire.  Kublai his G.D. (Grand Son) continued the philosophy advancing the nomadic people his ancestors spawned from.  ‘Lil Kubla shared that blood line.  What she didn’t retain was the values defined by her; Bloodline.  She said as much during those “private moments” when everything had already transpired and we took a moment for the re-charge.  She hated being married, loved her children but didn’t want to have anything to do with raising them on a day to day basis.  Once she asked me was she a bad person. “Bad”, what is that?  Emotionally she was shot.  Psychologically she had become contaminated and it could all be traced to forgetting where she came from and who she was.  What she became was a result of…  Stuff happens.  She wasn’t F**ked up as she said so many times while crying after the fact.  Confused; yes.  Compromised because she allowed others to tamper with her emotional balance but ‘cha know; that’s life.

From an Anthropology point she came from a tribal existence.  So what, everybody does.  A vassal is a feudal society which is the same social mix today’s societies have evolved to be; Persons/Places dependent on another place full of persons.  When one assumes they are better or so much different than the other, that’s when the tricks begin to go on display.  Tricks are used to create psychological conflict so that it is easier to invade One’s mind.  When deep inside the One with Trickeration sprinkles Pixie Dust, thoughts become clouded and what had been apparent becomes…  Slightly blurred.  They blink in an attempt to re-gain clarity but…  They’ve already been placed in a position conducive for the trick’s completion.  Debauchery is spread.

Gun Powder was made to celebrate life once achievement were accomplished.  Gun Powder like life has a duality.  It sparks an explosion, boom goes the sound of any Fire Works just after ignition resulting in a fabulous display of colors and sound.  FOLK are amazed.  What isn’t realized is the other side of this; capable, new chemical interaction.  Gun Powder can also be used in a destructive sense.  The inventor of Gun Powder just as the FOLK who created the Atomic Bomb didn’t want to participate in the second act of their creation. My thing is; I am the Second act and I’m not; “Captn’ Save A Ho”.  DNA identifies 40% Kushite with 25 percent Mali, and eight % Dutch which is to say, somebody in the great great past of my FAM was deep into the swirl.  Regardless, Kushite is the 25 Dynasty.  Just like ‘Lil Kubla we both come from remarkable bloodlines.  The key is to step off the merry go round and recognize.  We’re not too far removed from what was.  Sex is a biological need.  Livin’ on top of the hill lookin’ down merely means; you can afford to pick and choose from a safer distance.  Doesn’t mean you up on that hill are any better.  Everybody is a toxic mess but that isn’t a prescript for others to be allowed to have all that control over another’s life. But…  Ya know what, ‘Lil Kubla is fine on all this. She wasn’t expecting rescue from me. She did know if she’d of “holla out” she’d of been swept away from all that had transpired, even on the highly visible, recorded streets of Beverly Hills.  As for the others, staring, becoming excited while in the comfines of their automobiles; she nor I ever thought for a moment they’d spring into action and formulate an Evac.  It’s just not in FOLK, or…  Not ‘til support of another becomes publicly fashionable.

“Pullin’ The Layers Back” under any circumstances is a tricky affair, much like “the first hit”.  You go there, sample the… “Sample” and somewhere in your psyche’ a compulsion is activated.  The pull begins and you return again and again, just so you can experience that initial acceleration again and again and again, but…  The 1st hit is always the best; ‘cept; for those who understand the evolution of the mechanics of the move itself.  Once “The Seal” has been broken, a resealing takes place on a psychological level extending to the emotional palate.  When conditions are right and the feelings become real once again, the first hit can be re-experienced therefore, re-opened on any given night.

Life, comes with built-in addictive properties more so where a vice is concerned.  But, was ‘Lil Kubla dealing with a vice?  Are the reasons for her “dis-connect” from what she created based on DNA or?  The list compiled holding these answers will grow with little to no additional thought and everything added can be found in the excuse pile.  What One becomes is usually traced back to excuses.  When getting with another if…  When you see the signs that it’s not a good thing for “you”, stop the roller coaster ride.  ‘Lil Kubla was where she was based on her own failures to address what she didn’t want to be about.  Then again, One’s significant other can become an “AzzHole” and that behavior can be masked making it difficult to see or accept.  Usually the realization comes too late and at a steep price.  When you’re in it and have compromised your true feelings, you won’t just cash in and say it ain’t working.  Putting it in the Lawyers’ hands isn’t a viable move either.  But…  With her, these didn’t appear to be any of the issues.  Maybe she was… Addicted to the massive release of chemicals when; intimately engaged.  She was bored and as a result was on the prowl.  Sex was the great equalized and the chemical reliance was the blast once the trigger released the explosion.

Psssss; Manipulation..?  Don’t think so, today’s battle cry from a female advocacy is they can’t speak up because they’ve been manipulated into the position they voice as compelling.  If this is the case why is it when the same Advocates achieve the separation from one with another a large percentage of those advocating “Get Out Now” move to…  Inject themselves into the lives of those they say they are there to; protect?  Oh yes, I do this and I’ve grown within this.

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“Who Dat; Pt. II”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology with tags on February 9, 2015 by ichas8440

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‘Lil Kubla, thought I forgot! Unconditionally “Beast”; She’s not about to ask for anything and won’t give a damn who complains regarding her reasoning.  Characteristically “Feline” in persuasion that is.  With no hint of domestication.  As for the phrase “If looks could kill”, in application to her, think extreme!

‘Lil Kubla, married w/children and not satisfied in the least. Amoral?  Hummm, someone who’s aware to the point of having real ethical standards which pre-establish the trait ushering in a sense of self and kind, meaning “Nobody is abandoned” especially those who didn’t have a choice in whether or not they were brought into this world; I’d say very moral.  Hubby?  Here’s where things become tricky.  Considering the majority who may be engrossed in such a situation, divorce would be the logical step, ‘cept.  Un-like Cinderella, ‘Lil Kubla woke up in the middle of her fairytale, noticed the darkness spread through the room and quickly realized, “There were way better places than home”.  Still she didn’t buck her responsibilities and deal with the consequences created by her choices.  Now as far as this being logical…

Logical, the standard belief normally applied under such circumstances to which she saw no upside in having another raise her blood.  Oh yes, divorce and this is what comes.  You previous happy home becomes the domain of your replacement figure.  ‘Lil Kubla’s exact words on this, “Why have some idiot slide in, entice Hubby along with my kids, convincing him to abscond with the treasures of my endeavors only to push my same kids off on the Nanny while they continue writing chapters on the Storybook titled Insanity?”  Like I said, feline is only used to assign behavioral lineage.  She was fully conscious of the life she helped to create and understood the elements effecting the total creation.  And something significant she also presented, Hubby had a pass and she had no inclining towards stopping him from running off with the hired help.  Minnie the Mistress, Peter the Pool man, didn’t matter what his predisposition may have morphed to, she wasn’t about to discriminate.  Just don’t assume she’d accept anything less than what she knew she had comin’.  ‘Lil Kubla wasn’t the One who’d graciously sit back and accept the “structured settlement” designed, modified in the camp of an enemy.

Together once again and we played nice.  Hinted at the possibilities of sexual rendezvous and on the same note recognized the enhancing probabilities those “Hidden Avenues” held if we chose to step down into them.  Main Streets with all the glam/glitter also is the stompin’ grounds for those who wanna be seen, heard and will eventually provide an un-called for critique.  The best offerings usually are found on the Byways making up the side-streets and private roads creating intersecting connectors.  Oh, I’m not naïve and know there will be those who’ll quickly disagree and say the chances for exploiting is better when out along back alleys, but…  I haven’t said or alluded to any alleys.  This conclusion only arises in the mindset of FOLK who really don’t understand the full ramifications of…

Hold up, don’t get ahead of yourself or me and misconstrue, assume because of a desire not to be out there where the world watches your every move means something is loss or lacking.  When functioning outside the illuminations of the bright lights, just being in such a situation allows for a clearer rational when wanting to arrive while being fully capable to grasp the actual complexities of The Goose & Gander.  Yes, what goods for the Goose can go for the Gander too.  Pomp and Pageantry for those not knowin’ is an acquired taste but…  Once dipped into like a Boysenberry twirled in a deep dish of melted chocolate, the blend of those fine nuances which…  Over a brief interlude in time will make up another flavor altogether, okay.  So, understanding this, now you have a preview of thoughts known when One takes themselves out of the equation and ventures off the “regulated” path.

Empathy, sympathy there’s a difference and she wasn’t seeking either.  Inquiries were made to me as to how I dealt with my life.  The conflicts she knew I must’ve had encountered in being who and what I was.  Her quest to gather from another’s life didn’t surprise me. If anything she inspired simply because she wasn’t One to refute who or what she was.

Again, FOLK have an innate tendency to seek a Stamp for acceptance from others under the belief that approval will catapult them into higher social standings. If anything this is the true definition of…  Amoral…

She had options and from my vantage point, exercised them correctly.  She wasn’t desperately driven by the thoughts and motivations of those on the outside.  Her life based on this presentation makes for a difficult reception for those who denies they also have latent desires to walk on the wild side in an attempt to see what has attracted and captivated others who… Lie about why they are there and or compelled to drift; shall I say.

The twinkling lights, the pretty ‘Lil Leopards creating an elaborated exotic décor, gone.  Holiday over but evidence of the preparations leading into another are very evident.  Valentines’ Day must be just around the corner.  Such is life, commercialization of the day.  After our last “Meet and Greet” we know somewhere another confidential file is being accessed and updated with contradictory data because.  Just know that when One is aware of the scripts and constant re-writes re-addressing what is, well.  It’s easy to manipulate the methods defining an individual’s madness basically, F**kin’ up all those who watch from behind the scene.  London use ‘ta be the worlds’ most concentrated point for surveillance.  Now, every city is in The Game of “Hide and Seek”.  Gather, review, quantify and provide to the masses, images of what they say it is to be.  Our rendition of a “Bump and Grind” probably gave them fuel. Pushing them deeper into their madness towards…  Hummm, did they think we were just two over sexed FOLK out to get busy with another each of us hardly knew?  Sounds cynical but only to those who refuse to believe every cell conversation taking place in the world is being recorded.

Bodies entwined, lips about to touch, she whispers and I look off into the distance.  The concentration of air coming outta her mouth rises up and around my nose, morphs back down settlin’ along my cheekbones then.  Drifts back up to my eyelashes, I blink, and the air separates elevating right over my forehead; disappearing into space.  We laugh and silently wished there was one of those underground elevators coming up so we could incorporate it into this performance.  Yes, that’s what ‘cha do when…

“Whoa, you’ve got a gun? You brought a weapon to see me?”  Slipping the 380 into a hidden pocket under the arm of her coat, ‘Lil Kubla smiles and ask.  “Are you a virgin?” Feigning surprise I simply say, “For you, yes”.  Nodding her head she shoots another of her signature stares, moves in closer and…  Now inhales my scent.  She is now referring to me as a liar.  Now I am surprised because I had given her more credit than to say something such as this, but.  My credit was due and when she brought me back up to her speed, I could only smile.  “I don’t care if you do this often in fact, I get you about the virgin thing. Your question I got also and so you know, my gun is for those who think they can get in the way with what’s goin’ on in my life”.

They say after the first “hit” of any drug, somewhere in the psyche’ a compulsion is activated.  The pull begins and you return again and again all in the hopes of experiencing that initial acceleration your first had, but…  The 1st hit is always the best and a return to that extra-sensory satisfaction is not to be had; ever again.  Let me tell you something, this is not so.  When speaking about what goes on on an intimate level between He and She, doesn’t matter that “the seal” had been broken.  When “served” right, it is another first on any given night.  It depends on the consciousness of those involved.

Recently a clinical Psychologist said the number one ingred. to a lasting relationship is making your mate your best friend.  It’s also been circulated opposite sexes cannot be friends because they are wired differently and this difference is like sticking a positive charged pole into a negatively charged receptor.  I respect the academic achievements that comes with any discipline but.  Way too many professionals are merely seeking an additional 15 minutes.  Friends like a good relationship are “Few and Far Between”.  When “pushing” something out and the “absorption” begins with a marked rate of smoothness, friendship has already been established.  The currents match despite the supposedly non-supportive physical designs.  What the Psychologist said as he accepted the accolades on generated by such a brilliant discovery was nothin’ new.

When attracted to another first know that there’s a multitude of factors jumpin’ off which either will make it happen or make it vanish quicker than it started.  Arousal isn’t on the secondary platform but the first.  What determines friends from foe is the luggage carried and on display from any previous encounter.  ‘Lil Kubla like any some-one-body I come across.  Married, single, divorce; not my business.  Life was in rotation way before our lives crossed paths.  When One’s wants to let you in, the door will be opened.  The key to maintaining once inside is. Let them say when.

‘Lil Kubla hated what she had become and definitely didn’t want to maintain a marriage just for the sake of appearances.  Something way more revealing was how she felt about sex. Hubby or somebody else didn’t matter.  She loved the chemically induced enhancements from the beginning, during and after orgasm.  Said the overall clarity pertaining to life increased a thousand times.  Yes, much like when seeking that “first hit” experience.  Hubby as she admitted was probably aware of her late night outings but he was no longer that friend.  Friends with him was a veiled sense of reality she said was “Probably due to some male insecurities going on in him”.

There’s more.  A whole lot more.  Havin’ Game and being Game Tight is different than merely being; “Laced”.  ‘Lil Kubla was laced with a hit of lavender and the sturdiness that comes with good leather, but.  If you hadn’t known about the hidden pistol you’d never know who she was nor what she could…  Represent.  Society, class distinction have created vast differences with little to do with humanity.  What she sought, where she found herself wasn’t by chance.  What goes on between He and She is pretty much the same all over the world. There’s subtle difference but that’s what gives any culture its uniqueness.  Why do you think FOLK of different persuasions are privately attracted to those who don’t look or live like them?  The socially accepted taboos; ain’t stoppin’ a thing.  Turn the lights down low and you’ll see that the ignition had already been engaged.

Someone said they don’t like to compete.  I’m cool on that because it’s when you fail to compete is when you cheat yourself.  Game, once again merely refers to the elements making up life.  Game Tight refers to knowin’ what you know and understanding the flexibility within what you’ve amassed.  Wanna know how to factor this in?  Simply look at those who have and know that there’s another side to all things.  There are those who don’t have and won’t ever have because they won’t accept the basic principles making up; The Game.  As for being Laced refer to having command of what you are, you do and who you intend to do.  Think shoe. Tie ups, Velcro connected, slip-ons, doesn’t matter.  They all have provide the same function.  When the method of design doesn’t conform ain’t a damn thing gonna look right or…  Fit.

This has been “served” by The 22nd G and I’m not leaving you hangin’.  It’s just that I came to engage ‘Lil Kubla.  We have much to catch up on and…  To continue would be to overload circuits, so.  Consider this like viewing a film.  Keep following.

Psssss; Okay, for those who can’t get pass the inclusions referencing “sex”, I reiterate, see this as a film.  Sex is the theme, merely used for the attraction.  Like watching a film where He and She are always in the bedroom, it’s not about the bed or the room.  It’s about the development of the characters portrayed.