Category Archive: 4fucksSAKE!

…& that was the thing. It wasn’t ‘oh, she’s a boy’ because I wasn’t. They accepted me as …Storm lol. Which meant i could indulge in my…violent proclivities without them being aghast. & he-PBB, like ioneveno if he had big sisters but he was as “Oh!I hit girls 😏” as my crazy ass was “Go head! Tell my daddy! Come at me, bro!I caint go home if iont win!😅”

He was one of the ones who found me after 20yrs of my mother blocking them from me. I thank God for platonic for real guy friends to this day over those artboyz.

& he’d 100% get my predilection for that guy. He’d stand beside me arms crossed, smirking all “😏 yew caint take him… he’d fling you across the – wipe that sick grin off yer-geez…you wanna die… he Literally does that as his- he’s a professional…but I did overhear him say…yo momma~😛”

There was a boy I went to school with. One of my artboyz. Purely platonic. We were each others… well basically He was one of the eyes to eyes ( same height) that got a kick outta trying my maddening ass just because he knew it’d be WAR and we’d be sneak attack- shoving each other for days over physical insurrection. Hindsight? After 9th grade we majors didn’t have gym lol. I think he was keeping us spry 😆.

He made it into Elysum as PBB. . .”Pretty Boy Body”🤣because the platonic consensus was he had the best boy body in school, hands down. He was happily insane. But I owed my sprints being fire to him. & my tackles. The halls would become the Serengeti playing hood tag with him. We had to take stairs outta the field(3 story building) so nobody’d die.

This guy’s frame reminds me of the home elbowing him in the neck was. Except HE could kick my ass lol. Allegedly. I’d probably be letting him tho😏

eh. It’s almost 1am in the middle of the 50th year of my life, my charge has kept me up the brunt of the last 96 hours, and that’s what I look like, raw. Frankly? I know that’d be fn impressive at 35, let alone fiddy lol. I’m good. It’s all good.

Fuck it- it’s fucking glorious, got dammit.

😜 grace of God.

Omg. Now that is the best movie opening I've seen all year.

The Bride, writerhead highs.

Coming to a 50 year old Black American Woman's "zine"...and getting enraged over...her showing the truth... about the experiences of her ancestors in a way that doesn't discount their glory for the weak-minded offspring of those who had to cheat in the game they forced upon them in the first place... it literally is the epitome of why that 50 year old Black woman calls you a motherfucking idiot when you press her. In other words?

Get Off my lawn, dumbass! This isn't a leased cubicle pointed at the stage of your jerry-rigged coliseum. Fuck outta my yard!

You're not just mad to find out the truth. You're incensed a lot more of us KNOW the truths your kin tried to bury about us for generations. You try to gatekeep the actual truth of history and then scald the world with your self-hatred over having to live the lie you cast everybody into.