Sweating like a w**** in church on Sunday!

~the Archangel Mikey of the Pub

Sweating like a Commanda R in church on Sunday!

~Pussy General in Mary Jane as to why she is *sweaty

*SWEATY FROM DANCING her sideways dance NUDY. Commanda R is joyous, because she took the AGE OLD PROBLEM of men v. women and re-wrote the book. (ahem, book?!)

No one knows what I say next, except my mythic men of ALL 3rd Place Brick Store Pub giggling otters, my brothers, my fellow JACKASS.

Like CUNT as COMPLIMENT in worldwide sisterhood of VDAY (Vagina Monologues look it up), JACKASS is term of work ethic, humility, respect. Know JACKASS here, MJ of old became the OAR.

read on if you dare.

Peace 2 Turn War Needs Incomparable Language

Let’s start with my overture, the quote. the Archangel Mikey used to roar it sometimes, a joke taken for granted. I’m not here to burn his britches. Nope. I’m here to both be and change the butt of the sexist joke with ease and grace. Care must be given to it. My caring is creative writing. Such as...

Inviting MEN to join in dark, absurdist, humorous JACKASS OAR duty!

(((Reminder: you are on a blog of a nonlinear strange waitress! Waitress of Boi, 86-Old MJ, creative writing, book writeR)))

Before I get into it, REMINDER of what this is — sexual peace awareness “project” called my Scorched Peaches blog. AND? I pinged my peace friend for THREE full years before taking this action. Story clipped like Icarus’ melted wings for THEIR collective sanity. Good luck! Sexual Peace marching into war has consequence! Hate shall follow as drowned sorrow love! Prepare 4 It!

Pay attention!!!

I am convinced we R all in psychic hell. An esoteric lady taught me recently to see architecture of PATTERN. I took that insight to my pillow of contemplation and discerned…wait a gosh darn second! this pattern is guilt!

I don’t care if you believe me. I don’t care about that. Who cares about ME? identity is cruel in effect affecting us all, making us ALL the butt of the joke. I have humiliation stories GALORE from extreme codependent pattern. My guilt kept me in hell AFTER my private recovery. Not all identity HERE on strange earth is war, butt do you support the person wafting agendaless?

You can’t even see them! Peace is un-thanked and un-adopted because it’s unseen! You want sexual peace seen?! Here’s a NUDY song lyric for ya!

You saw my tits, you saw nothing. NUDY in New York.

Pussy General song lyrics 2018

SEXIST SPOILER ALERT, the Houseboat Captain of the Pub and ALL HIS MEN, my brothers, already saw my pre-NUDY ladyfreedomme on Lake Lanier circa 2010. Wish I hadn’t been so wasted life anxiety head and waited ’til the end. Wish I had jumped off the circle roof circa 1997, maybe I woulda got married. to anyone. NOPE.

Scorched Peaches. my messy shame walkout with all my consequences. ACCEPTED.

This ugliness exposed isn’t that (shame exposure), it’s walking my victim (the norm) into freed light (the sui generis if you will, weak will surrendered to my brothers hoping they join). My art insignia communicates this: ACCEPTED.

So if all this creative writing is making you dizzy or who the hell is she? angry, consider THIS — hospitalization, divorce, dismemberment, stoning, burning at the stake, ICE, cancelation, drugging, Commanda R-ing, hating. THE NEW NEEDS OPEN HEARTS. my call is memoirIZATION. 2 dissolve pattern.

Brick Store Oar memoirIZATION

CALLING MEN! memoirIZATION is new language to build a sexual peace plank into war of the sexes. giving us something to love, to strive for, die into, hope for, something to do. takes, like, 1000 swing strokes to catch on.

OAR More!

{Less for the absurdist existentialists. NUDY bow 2 U, surrendered}

This is the biggest swing I’ll ever take. Because I KNOW these men, their pub, I was one of them. I have turned my war boat AWAY 2 return as Correction — my call for siddhic restorative justice lest you think I’m here to be big lady boss brand GROSS with grandiose blathering. My job is BARD, witness. Heed what’s in your own eye keeping you from your gifts. Guilt? guilt of sexism?

My guilt is sexual grossness. Yet what does it mean? HERE. with my peace friend…

It means twas MORE than sexual aggression. So read between the raindrops.

I don’t have wherewithal to write a story. About the Oar. Because August saw me JUMP off the siddhic cliff into ACTIVE public relief (revoking guilt) by outing myself in nonlinear fashion (this blog). nonlinear is MUCH like a song. lyrical impression of a tale’s warning, our human psyche filling in the blanks.

LONG post needed not yet written, let me leave a ton of blanks — sexual assault is REAL as is SEXIST ABUSE and all kinds of other nonsense. Men have no way out because PATTERN. men experience abuse & dwell in their time psyches in ways WOMEN are not listening. When I fell? I began to listen.

Someone MUST go first. Alternative Guinevere? I volunteer. I might die.

Here’s my *OAR of penitent optimism…

(*the OAR came while writing to Archangel Mikey summer 2024, danced in NUDY Summer 2025 writing my chapbook Scorched Peaches)

THIS next paragraph is my gift. You think my public relief is some revenge to humiliate him? (my peace friend) NAY. the only way out is THROUGH. I tried for three full years NOT doing a good job of informing him why I was upset. finally upset after so much time had passed. He promised, he broke it, he did not stand by me in honesty. To clean things up. In dignity NOT pushed out on a blog. Things tanked. Then? crystal clear I became. Now here offering my OAR, my fawking forgiveness stroke of a blog pen cleansing what happened.

–onto the mythic paragraph…warmup warranted…

Mythic invite 2 stroke the emanation in

Calling all MEN! We R stroking away from the war of the sexes so unkind to our sisters with a miraculous, mysterious, mythic OAR emanating in siddhic relief and birthed from the waitress! she your peace friend! w****dom transformed for all, canceling sexism, canceling cancelation via MYTHIC EARTH DEATH of males! males stuck in their careerdom where beer kegs R prioritized over repair of mythic sisters! lift your voices and OARS and thank the emanation! its wait station found behind the gorgeous horseshoe bar of Brick Store Pub on Decatur Square, order a pint, ponder a no-tv gift of conversation! all their men INVITED!!! grab this OAR and be change in the world for women! be absurdist sideways heroes AMID your own dastardliness! including U said nothing when you wanted to say something! males stuck in guilted patterns smearing their sisters! locker room talk replaced by FAWK visceral vision Revoking, fawk as forgiveness! pattern pitting women against women invisible angel oR shedevil and she is drowning! your strength unknown, untested, shaking in cowardice forced upon you by pattern! swim away from the madness! this woman torn in two, walking her split battered psyche into the maelstrom’s wet cavern! use the OAR to swim UP after your tears and fears wipe you down there with her! where she drowned emodead from psyche prison of woman branded not a virgin! determined to live again U WITHIN her love! she swam! stroked hard! delight IN –don’t overuse- new swimming language! swim UR amends make them meaningful~!!! live in the penitent skylight of hope, reconciliation ~ strange absurd optimism and mystery trust in miraculous change, us in emodeath rebirthing new as Humanaquarians…as peace friends!

OAR Hangover Notes

R U drunk on the light? Me 2. My NUDY nipples as directionals in turn of the war. My revoked guilt a vessel for you to walk the sexual peace plank. Build. Be kind.

U R Warned — if you have committed Commanda R, you better join me to build RESOURCED amends. If you qualify for silver bracelets (handcuffs), I AM FOR YOUR INCARCERATION. Not against you. Consequences.

Here are the semi-linear notes:

Brick Store Oar is memoirIZED myth for psyche split of Virgin v. Commanda R, the word rhyming with door, more, floor, score. We R ALL to use this Oar as mythic lifeboat and swim stroke steadily AWAY from this. This…war.

Active revoking required. No guidance given except in demonstration.

My hope, living as mythic guidance. All I can do today is RISE. my peace friend is invited to reconcile with me anytime. Know him? Go nudge him in kindness. (or fierce spit.) Restorative Justice request not going away.

OAR is something you must catch, catching grace. My peace friend in his pub really did do that to me. NO means NO every time. I was gross sexually. I really did do that to me. Yet as the new thing on the block you want to stamp out immediately like a hairy, unidentified bug? maybe I’m a peace bug. maybe put peace bug in a jar and contemplate it gently on the porch. (hint: drop the word sexual if U need because pushing the river never works)

If you are horrified by my NUDY, please drive into Atlanta and signup for anti-sex trafficking work. You’ll understand quickly my quiet aim which is ONLY me following my direction. That’s how I’m agendaless. (mostly. still human.)

too much denial, revile, and confusion exists re: why did you do X, Y, Z? did you want/ask for that? OAR touches the watery surface of guilted foolish pattern. time 2 change. Hey, peace friend! remember how you taught us strongly to say crap instead of sh*t? Appreciate you I do for that. My turn.

U R not getting out of this. The boat of sorrow built for all men. PATTERN. why don’t you go first and set the example? THAT’S the best of you I remember.

So, kind please and thank you, the BEST of you is what’s been guiding me. Let that be evidence of your sideways SUCCESS — me not dropping the hatchet in Commanda R tales so salacious. if you CATCH my salty grace wisdom? My discernment? Did I drop a bomb of a hot memoir that gave me F-U high art class & status? Money and fame striking you down? would you rather I have done that? will your men care to care for what’s coming? I know you are stuck in hell of hot sun lost in the ocean without my oar. seemingly you not caring. You’re sun/son sick. Guide you here I must. Many a woman will flip thinking I’m giving you a free-the-monster pass. They are not listening. They are correct to have lost patience. If you have more monsters under your wooden brick bed? Consequence. I am courting the waitresses of boi OUT. Won’t be protecting you, rather swaddling your unalienable innocence as PROTECTED. you have to reach (swim) for it. May your ungentlemanly severe aka aggression upon me join me on the line of defenselessness. Obtuse I have always been. May we make public amends, publicly forgive this mess come April on Decatur Square.

together as peace friends

Here comes April
Here comes April
(here it comes)
–MAGNAPOP Hot Boxing (Here It Comes)

(((A)))