Author: Glyph

"They only were in it for the sex!!đŸ€ŹđŸ˜«Hey!Stop Smiling like that!!đŸ«Ș-"

Here's the thing: Were Italian men innit only for tha sex?(stop lol as you write this)?? Sure!BUT THAT WAS THA WHOLE THING. White American men wanted to fuck. But the y were rarely good at it because they were raised to suck at it. & you, the woman? If ya liked it you were evil. Black American men wanted to fuck you but they wanted to denigrate you in the process to punish you for them Having chaotic desires to fuck or whatever that psycho-sonic shit was. But Italian men of My generation... yeah~ they wanted to sleep with you but they were allllll hell bent on being the Stuff of L E G E N D in tha sack lol. They were Olympic with it! They were in Tell your friends how my countrymen Fo~ mode lolol. Ha! I Loved it. They wanted to outdo whatever you'd lolol- and it was full press- every iota-

they gave until all parties were spent, kissed your forehead, made sure you were S A T I S F I E D... physically, mentally- A N D WOULD COOK BREAKFAST lolol...slapped you on tha ass- and went to fn work.

Telling ya...if THAT was the "only innit for sex" you're talking about RECEIVING...LET THEM be That😬.

I used to say I was retiring in Italy for Every wrong right reason possible when i was a heathenđŸ„Č.

There (was&) is N O T H I N G like being a Black American girl in Italy in the 90s with a lil “che cazzo!!!” bite to ya.

… Fuck an American in Paris. I used to SEND bitches to Rome after I came back.

JUST TO GET THEIR HEADS RIGHT. ” YOUR ASS needs to add Italy to your list.”

& it wasn’t Just the men. Real strong Clear hearted Italian women are the closest I’ve ever experienced to what rich black auntie vibes and heart are all about. If she’s a cunt, burn her lol BUT ~ most weren’t. GENx dude wise, their moms went through shit postwar like they were Black women and raised gorgeous, passionate, self sufficient sons in the absence of fathers- and I talk about the lil ole Italian nonnas that descended upon me when I stumbled into their city limits after Greece because my own people didn’t show me the depth of incandescent love they doused me with, along with the olive oil lol.

only time I wasn’t absently ugh over folks comparing tans with mines were those old ladies lol. They loved on me and embraced me because their hair Was like mines long ago, they baked and basked in the sun once too-

People would wrinkle their noses, all “but the racism-!” But they didn’t understand. It’s not just beauty. It’s joy. Like… first of all, I wouldn’t attract that. They’d have to fight through all the rambunctious fuck yeah roma boys who get Black Boy Joy happy when they get going. & There…was something about that American passport. You got to be American in Italy. Then ya got to be a gorgeous Black American woman, then you got to be a tourist who respected their culture enough to leaa in and learn Some fn language before arrival-

I’m just… happy.. there’s still some appreciation outright in Italy For our beauty.

What they don’t tell you (women) is… 

The brunt of issues they have women preemptively panicking about may actually be keyed to decades of Systemic abuse, misuse & indifference
that you can repair by being more conscious about how you move through life, what you put in your body & simply less willing to take bs from men, children and other women. 

Think about the decades of bad eating habits that get literally enmeshed in you not having the time to do right by yourself because you are so busy caring for others.

Think about the insidious diet culture that demands a woman show she’s willing to starve to be accepted in rooms that have already made it clear they do not want her in them.

Think about the backlash from friends and family when you do begin to pay attention to correcting the deficiencies you end up having. Think of how you’re deemed whether you are successful at the gauntlet tossed down to look the part or fail at it.

All of that mess is passively accepted psychological warfare, uniquely attuned to capturing us all. But when you make the moves forward anyway, consciously…just to feel right in your body- possibly “again,” possibly for the first time ever- those shackles dissolve, one by one.

What if hot flashes are an eco-system clarifier that  you were gifted with to headbutt you out of submitting to shit God & the universe never intended for you to submit to?What if people pleasing and over-empathing pushed you to the brink and the toxic load that comes from accepting nonsense as part and parcel to your definition of what it means to be a woman gets purged the older you get, whether you’re psychologically ready to stop being fed upon or not?

What if Your soul  is burning through decades of stored resentment over going along to get along with people who you knew never truly gave a fuck about you
 partially because you never felt safe enough around them to introduce them to the true you in the first place?

What if the performative masks you don on autopilot are just bursting into flames against your will…a will that this system programs us to compromise from birth so it can use our energy to lumber along
 and that ‘heat’ is just coasting down your body, looking for the safest exit ramp, knowing the nonsense is no longer welcome within you?

…and what if that’s why the ‘best’ they can do is ‘treat the symptoms’ in a system that would rather blow us all to bits if we let it,  due to being primed to combust before it corrects & does right by the feminine half of the energetic equation on this planet?

What if They say ‘women become witches’ the older they get because women reconnect to their autonomy and authority By Design and it strikes terror in the hearts of feeble, evil men
 and passion in the hearts of men who’ve been waiting for their women to firebrand the fuck out so they can run wild together in the second half-century of life?

I spent my 30 and 40s watching women navigating all of this like the virgo analyst I am relatively close to my otherwise rather laissez-faire core. & I have a take that it tickles me seeing the 75th wave of genXers stumbling into with all the sincere veracity of the”fuck is this?wtf is that?Fuck this-” vibe we bring to many a thing. This has been two decades in the making , but the time to share what I’ve found is right about…. now.

Okay… soon. Very, very …soon.

Here.

Stay tuned.

-AB

I winced when he said it but…

PEOPLE do not understand that Ralph Lauren’s Club Monaco. BOH. Not an insult. Just a clarification. He comes back to Helm occasionally ( he’s an ancient of days, fashist-wise) but those design room directives for CM down to the store design and visual display were a unified effort spearheaded by RL, almost akin to The factory and diffusion lines for Jcrew( in set-up)… What that quietly means BOH is that they are gonna scrimp where they think it’s unnoticeable to stay with the finishing providers that are Going to give them the most bang for their bucks across all brands under the juggernaut umbrella.

A RL blazer as late as 2006? You might get the finishing of yore, the stitching that would make your mouth water to lovingly count.

But to even survive in the system fast fashion has infected- for a populace that is mostly numb as it is these days?-

Let’s just say if they sold 350 of those $7000.00 blazers…2 to 5 men noticed. 1 made a video. 2 had their personal tailor swap them out (1 may have requested such from the tailoring offered by the brand).& two will echo video dude’s initial heartbreak and simply weigh returning to the brand going forward. Leaving 345 numb, oblivious buyers with it in their closets, worn or not. Ambivalent or indifferent in 2026.

That’d be upwards of 2.4 million dollars.

Minus what it cost to make the blazers. Marketing etc. When you look at what is cost to put brass buttons on 350 blazers in light of how much money they’d make selling them, it’s a pittance that is only a problem to bottom lines due to fast fashion psychology back of house. It means nothing…and yet… everything, in a weird way.

So many biting Ralph Lauren in 2026 are LARPing anyway. Technically so were the old school back in the day Heads. But in the past there was like…moorings to it. Those rocking it today don’t really know Why they’re ‘supposed’ to wear it, only that.

& in a wildly, weirdly Fashist way… maybe those distinctively disinterested in all that… don’t deserve brass buttons.