Speak To What You Know.

Believe it or not, I went to church today. Which puts me in a position to preach to you (lol). I've been motivated to address an issue that's been on my mind....but I had been too lazy to bother.

JUDGMENT.

So the pastor took 2 seconds to talk about how even in church you get judged. They'll be lookin down upon the people who cry and shout and run up and down the aisles, talmbout "it don't take all that to praise god!" and such and so. But dude pointed out: You don't know WHAT the next person is going through. Maybe it doesn't take all that for YOU. Maybe you're sitting in the pew with a nice job, but the next person may not have worked for 3 years. Maybe your son is going to college in a few months, but the next person's son could be in Cook County Jail. Maybe you're in perfect health this Sunday, but the next person may have just finished chemotherapy on Friday. So then yeah, for THEM, it might take that much.

You don't know WHAT the fuck is going on with any person, with any situation, etc. So speak to what you know. Maybe she didn't finish school yet because she had to get 2 jobs to pay a mortgage and bills at age 18 because her mom was on drugs. Maybe she gained all that weight because she's sick and is on steroids. Maybe her girlfriend already knew she was at the club that night with So and So. You don't know a person's finances. A couple's arrangement. A person's LIFE.

And at the end of the day, why does it matter to you?

domestic abuse

disclaimer: this post will depart from the usual money cars clothes hoes fuckery; i apologize in advance.

apparently i would be hard pressed to find a lesbian who has not been a part of some sort of domestic foolery with her girlfriend. this is not me passing judgment. this is not me saying that i've never gone to Crobar, double fisted Moet and Patron for free thanks to Missy the bartender, come home in my skinny jeans and Coach sneakers, and slapped an unwanted house guest because she was reluctant to leave. this is not me being unable to recognize that to err is human. and to forgive is divine. but forgiving doesn't mean staying with or going back to her. this isn't me telling you what to do either. but it is me saying that, in my 28 years, no woman that i have ever loved* has ever punched me, choked me, muffed me, slapped me, kicked me, stomped me out... nothing. it is possible to keep it cute and respectable even when you're so mad you could spit fire. this isn't me implying that if she hits you she doesn't love you, either.

this is merely me saying that though it may have happened to you before, and the majority of women that you know... it doesn't happen to everyone and it doesn't have to happen to you again. #weoffthat #ontothenext

*there was that one time my mom choked me up against the bathroom wall when she found out i forged her name on something for school... but i digress.

they look nice and carefree here.

but you and i know what went down in that limo!

raw & uncut: the truth, not cocaine (but definitely just as dope) pt. 2

QUOTE (from pt. 1):
women. you frustrate me! are you incapable of casually dating? do you know that you don't have to enter a relationship 2 months after a dating a cool chick? and you DO realize you said 2 months ago you were completely disinterested in a relationship... "YOU LIE!!!"

been doing more theorizing on this...
here's what i've come up with:
it's not that you chicks are lying; the issue is that we are on 2 different pages.

raw & uncut: the truth, not cocaine (but definitely just as dope) pt. 1

women. you frustrate me! are you incapable of casually dating? do you know that you don't have to enter a relationship 2 months after dating a cool chick? and you DO realize that 2 months ago you said you were completely uninterested in a relationship... "YOU LIE!!!"

more after the hump...

We're A Handful

Before you come in...

First allow us to set the mood, for you, our esteemed guest... 

*big sniff*

You smell that?... 

It's just your local corner store's finest Nag Champa... 

and alil of our favorite fragrance...

Eau de Trouble.

Say it with me... 

"oh de true-ble". you're welcome.

 

The lights are low,  only the most wicked tunes are playing, 

and we're probably in here... GETTIN' CRUNK AS THE DICKENS! 

But we whisper all the good stuff. 

We sneer in the face of the righteous.

Play with fire in gasoline drawls.

 & nothing is off colour.

Thrive on the low brow cus the high road is lonely.

There is no such creature as the just or right.

To be quite honest... we like your smile.

But would rather tickle your fancy.

THIS IS YOUR REVIVAL.

NO CHURCH HOUSE NEEDED.

Welcome.

& take your GOT DAMN shoes off.