The illusion that the street name for "idiot slave" is synonymous with a culture and its strength is ludicrously grandiose. You rarely complain when the white community says it while it helps you grind one out. Why should you expect white people to stop saying the word if you can't? Please tell your non-black fans not to buy your music, it's not appreciated and you don't need the money because you do it for the art.
You can't even stand up to your own brothers for calling your mothers, sisters and daughters hos and bitches or defending them from the "me too" movement, why should we expect a humane response for global respect. We are the ones that suffer the consequences and unless you have room in your jet for the entire community to fly out when it gets frantic, I suggest you keep the word to yourself. I refuse to be an "idiot slave."
I’m allowed to use the "n" word. I don’t because the connotation is ugly. We need to learn our history and respect it. The people who suffered are not here and the instigators long died out. I dislike the word because its archaic and incapacitating. If you are constantly haunted by a word, get rid of it. It hasn’t changed anyone's life for the better and its impolite to be holding people who don't understand hostage for a word that picks its own master. That is not a stand for equality its a fight for exclusivity. Half the advantage of buying and listening to music is repeating the words. Bieber wasn't held accountable but Bill Maher was when they each said it. The experience of buying and listening to music is so people can sing along. If you don't want other people to sing it don't write it in (artists work best under restrictions.) Our ancestors would not appreciate its use and you might be able to suppress the chokehold white America has over your community because you showed them your kryptonite. Everyone will be accountable and Tarantino will have an unfinished script for his next film. 21-May-2018
So much bitchin' that "me too" moments are careening into "witch hunts" when the problem lays below men and women's waist. Ponder why people have no sex control and let the movement ride itself out. I'm curious to find out how endless it becomes. 18-May-2018
When my favorite aunt announced to the family that my father had raped her throughout her early teens, I believed her and granted her support. My sister discarded it as the ravings of an alcoholic and my mother sought to investigate the situation.
Mother asked me...
"why would my aunt continue to hang out with us as a family if she was so perturbed by the incident? She must've enjoyed it then."
"I don't know," I told her. "It's her experience, ask her."
My mother never asked and remained unmoved by the discussion as my aunt's confession became a family joke. It hurts that my amazons couldn't unite with her. 23-Apr-2018
The reason I'm against fan celebration of motherhood is because mine used it as a cover to enact abuse to her children. She figured out that people are easily deceived into thinking the best of someone if it's presented in a clean and impressive package. My sister described it as military training. When we visited mother's family or friends we weren't allowed to move from wherever we sat not even to play with other kids because mother's children were not unruly. If anyone asked us if we would like something to eat or drink the answer was immediately no unless mother signaled otherwise because she didn't want anyone to think she was starving us. We were cleansed and groomed spotlessly and we would remain that way until the end of the visit. Everybody complemented her on how well she was raising us. She was the epitome of wedded motherhood and then lone goddess. At home we were terrorized by rabid mood swings, beatings, mental cruelty and fear. The love and affection she lavished didn't remain on the top of our brains for long because the hurt was so dramatic. Yet, my sister and I kept loving her, hoping for change and freedom. The fan adoration that she received for creating a spotless home, imbuing cooking excellence and the wit to survive it on her own was challenging to us. When we complained to adults it was to a wall of negativity. We were so ungrateful.
It was the epitome of a cult following and the refrain was always the same...
"Does she feed you? Are you clean? Does she provide a roof over your head? You have clothes, you get presents, you have the best mother on the planet. I wish she was my mother." I wished she'd been their mother too.
We were fucked. She created a world in which our screams were mute because she was so shiny. 19-Apr-2018
The "Pod People" are winning. My art may be inappropriate but life is more so and you still allow children to live in it. Cowardice has people running for their toy armaments whilst people who have no desire to cause harm sit waiting for an alarm. It rang with the presidency. Welcome to the past and what my great, great, great grandparents called "The Wild Wild West." (Let me guess who the white people will kill first, who the black people will kill first, the children will kill first, etc, etc. 04-Apr-2018
I was born and baptized catholic. I wanted to become a priest. I have an aversion to them because I spent a lifetime avoiding their predatory advances. One priest actually had me wait with him while the rectory retired so he could sneak me into his room for sex. He showed me his dick and called me a "skirt." I stalled and refused. I met another at a vampire club and thought he was in disguise but he went out of his way to prove me wrong (it was his only badge of attraction,) he followed me into the bathroom, felt me up and I kicked him out. Many managed to take me to bed disguised as a civilian but eventually it caused a rift. I didn't want the responsibility of aiding someone to hell. I went through the whole process with one of my friends and all he talked about was how much more sex he was having interning. My world was very small but they constantly showed up with the same propositions. They were so prevalent in my life that it's the one career choice I could pick out just by talking to them (policemen were another.) Holy talk and show me your prick is a weird conversation. My sister wouldn't let my lover or myself babysit her children but she would gladly hand them over to a priest to teach. If I knew that anyone would care I would have made a grand list for the present so a parents love for their child could overcome faith. This is how I deal and vent because I am boggled that parents can complain all they want about the Weinsteins of the world but these child predators continue to be beloved and followed. Of course, there are good men in the priesthood, but those were rare in my life. The problematic ones know this is still the best place to hide because people grant them power. Forgive me when I use my art to vent but they woke me. 22-Mar-2018
I had to make changes to my "me too" history. My sister wasn't the first. I excluded banana hammock in my brain because I didn't reciprocate which is a consideration he doesn't deserve. My sister and my uncle were in the backseat of the car. My uncle was drunk sleeping and my sister was gawking out the window. Did she see? Did that trigger her? 18-Mar-2018
I wet my bed once in the first grade, besides a few smacks and verbal screams, my mother thought to implement a life lesson so ingrained that it wouldn't permit it to happen again.
At school, amidst the other parents and plenty of my classmates, my mother trumpeted...
"Guess what my son did this morning?...big little boy had the audacity to wet his bed at his age."
I felt like a criminal. The parents looked shocked but remained silent, some avoided looking at me out of pity and those that did glance were also out of pity. Mother took a heroic bow and was rewarded.
I never pissed myself again because the lesson was about teaching your child to control himself. I control piss, shit, farts, eat, sneezes, coughs, tears, snots, anything internal I can pinch so I never have to embarrass myself or especially anyone... ever again. 13-Mar-2018
If a child wants to play with guns, they can wait to be 18 and enroll in the many services America provides to ensure that they are used to protect everyone not just themselves. 16-Feb-2018
We celebrate the birth of every child without assurance that they will become decent human beings. As parents, our greatest ambition should be to preserve and enhance their lives not fight for the right to procure deadly toys that could extinguish them. I extol lives not births. 15-Feb-2018
Your children now have another source for "finding" guns. Parents, spiritual leaders, environmentalists, animal lovers, activists, the people who hate food and are convinced it will kill us, anyone...this is one of the few opportunities you have to show children they are a priority over toys. You shouldn't celebrate them, pray or whine until you do. 23-Feb-2018