[major UPDATES 9/23 as fallout of Soft Grace Tuesday. take that to mean GRACE made this original more soft ~ fierce falls Friday!]
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You Are Warned — this is a nonlinear blog of an individual woman pushing UP from her messy codependence COMMANDA R survivoR story. All boats rise. UNLESS THEY MUST SINK FIRST.
“Messy” “Survivor” “Story” is the wet UGH vein of butt you were messing around with him, so what’s your issue now and plus whatever else can be slung when NO MEANS NO is given and ONLY TAKEN FROM.
(my NO not honored)
After this warning, I am about to “hug” my sexual aggressor. If you are not practiced in discernment OR IF THAT DEBASED SICK RICH OR POOR OR SNEAKY MAN OF YOUR COMMANDA R IS A PSYCHO then absolutely…
STAY AWAY AND FAWK THIS CHICK WITH HER ART BLOG. (deep bow)
It is your EXPRESS OBLIGATION to get into PROTECTED position for your psyche. I owe the TRUTH and nothing else. It’s exactly what you’ve heard so I’ll say it again — [forgive; discern:] The truth will set you free, *butt first it will piss you off.
Good luck.
(*I always spell conjunction BUT as a two tt’d butt for emphasis ~ I am a sexual peace general, a sexual peace friend. May you give yours as authentic you, abandoning guilt as you dance your butt down the road.)
when DEFAME is DEFANG
Butt what about his Reputation? Poisonous snakes have known reputations for their fangs. Either don’t mess with them or come prepared to do snake battle. Or…?
A snake is a wild creature. A woman is a wild creature. A man wants to be with a wild creature. His excuse in abusing her is ignorance on his part, because she is an emotional creature. If she says no, obey the snake. Don’t drag your hardon into her to win your battle.
Butt what about his Reputation? Slinging women is an old script. We women got sick of it. For the women who play dirty? Far, far, far, far, far more women don’t know how to say no. They are emotional creatures playing by the script society still owns the rights to. (my reputation caged since Eden)
The night I said no to my peace friend, no wasn’t honored. I’m grateful to still be alive for the psyche nosedive I took. An unskilled stunt woman jumping out of a plane, no parachute, pitch of night darkness, around no one.
I’m not against men or their movies. Hop in any scene you want where the snake isn’t on the plane, it’s in the car hissing at your balls. Now the car races down the highway and jumps over the flames. [End Scene] Dangerous in real life or for stunt hu/man, yes?
Butt what about his Reputation?
So why can’t we careen a danger car of WOMAN PUSHING UP from her sexual assault AND instead of making her the evil snake once more…what if we create a more kind, emotionally chaotic yet more safely contained, more efficient war of the sexes? By utilizing a new STUNT HUMAN coordinator position??? >>>
I have a solution for his Reputation, new position *the peace friend*
Now what happened to the stunt guy in his union rep’d SAG car careening down the road with a fanged snake of poison hissing at his balls as he makes a split-second decision to push his vehicle into JUMP maneuver to hop over a wall of flames risking it all? We don’t know, Mr. SAG, we don’t know.
We DO know one in three women will be beaten or raped in her lifetime if we do nothing. So why don’t we do something? Anything at all.
Because it’s absurd.
Because it smells like a turd.
Because humbling inner victim is for the birds!
Is this what it sounds like in your head? —
Forget the snake, this idea of hers, this peace friendship that would defang the ACT of defaming us – [YOUR PERCEPTION, NOT OURS, SINCE WE KNOW THIS HAPPENS AND NO MAN STOOD UP TO SAY HEY! WE NEED A COMMITTEE. TOO MUCH HARRASSMENT AND DATE RAPE DANGER AT WORK FOR THE LADIES] – yeah, let’s keep the master draft of the script, push the woman out of the plane again without a parachute and we’ll decide later if it’s the car, the house, or the plane she sets on fire to say ENOUGH…
keep that script fellas, and you have a lot of bitten men.
Isn’t it time to reconsider the bite? yield to a ladyset on the Internet, my stunt breasts I graciously give as NUDY FIRST STUNT WOMAN OF THE HEART? *Commanda R on her old resume (hello, McFly, *it was rape) suggesting we update the master race as world peace friends with skill set of LIFE as NUDY drama with our fave scene as – we burned war of the sexes to the ground?
To defang violence, we must face defaming the physical victim IN WOMEN and think about where you shoved your DRPD last night. What’s good for the gander is good for the goose in my lousy, foolish, BOYS LET’S USE HER SHARED NUDY POWER FOR GOOD *Commanda R reputation.
(now *Commanda R moves from rape and war into the word for loose sexual women who hang around a bar, that fanged word for women rhyming with war, for, more, bar, OAR…)
No means NO every time. Oar = defanged to defamed.
New vision dances DOWN ~ New spirit pushes UP. Restorative Justice from men to women when then don’t listen? >>>This insistence is NECESSARY and it has to push UP. Men need a bridge to it push up! THIS changes the direction of victim blaming, victimization of reputation, pushing women out of planes. R U Catching On? We must deplane the snakes by defanging the shaming so violence is what’s defanged and men can march off as a new kind of strange, strange, strange scorched peaches stunt hero of the world heart.
I call this the Unity Union. Women, I’m de facto president. We must do better than join them, ladies. We must build it so they will come.
Want to be useful? Go drive your snake caged memories to a baseball field and contemplate your better fate ~ penitent optimism turning that serpent bite into a hidden diamond pushing up.
Brick Store Oar
Read memoirIZATION of my REconciliation to my peace friend‘s pub here: Brick Store Oar. WARNS Reminder — U R on nonlinear blog of a woman walking her humiliation OUT and into freed light. I do strange, vulnerable, courageous things because I am living thing as this sexual peace plank.
My sexual peace plank. Walking. Maybe it takes, maybe I’m destroyed.
For all wondering? As 10th hired, twenty-nine years later leaving, I’m defanging our shared pub co-worker coma-like tragedy and re-writing that fateful NO night into Know Mystic No Snakebite pint nite.
Since I just walked into the White Dog Cafe (9/23) and asked the manager for any Scorched Peaches recipe farm-to-table activist owner Judy Wicks would like to contribute (we’ll see!)…maybe I should go first? I’m not a foodie, I’m an end-the-emo-food-fighting 86’d waitress using my NUDY as soft, penetrable shield. Butt Grandpop Charisma was a bartender. And very Irish. So how about…
NUDY Snakebite
–traditional snakebite pint, half cider half Harp
–drop the harping, share hope with your barkeep, and delight a woman’s fawking forgiveness of your sour maleness while dabbing three drops of fruity anything behind the bar /in the kitchen into the NUDY sea foam collar for maiden, mother, crone ~ NUDY nipple one, nudy nipple two, and NUDY heart three, the feminine energy
–bless the pint to wash clean your newness, NUDY head retention
No more snake hating, okay? Might bar conversation wonder about the serum? the salve. the ANTIDOTE for Commanda R slithering around male reputation? the new stunt coordinator position, the NUDY safety harness, peace friendship planks for all the new Snake DeFanger Representatives?
Bar kin, build this plank with us!
Until your wounded fisher king, my peace friend, yeah, until he signs on, I’ll remained uncoiled in the sun hissing at this balls.
(((A)))
