Warning — you are on a nonlinear blog of a spirit pushing up from her sexual assault eighteen years in the past WHO is concurrently coming out more on her past in the oldest pro world. That’s XXX work she/I am rendering NUDY. Don’t expect answers. Anticipate…

peace friendship

Civilization, thank you. You have built stadiums, bridges, road systems, space ships, aqueducts, and Internet APPs that can UGH nudify women (children and men too, all awful).

If you are a woman who has been revenge porned or nudifed or any of that irreprehensible ilk, you might want to STAY THE FAWK AWAY FROM THIS CHICK AND HER ART BLOG. I’ve delved into my psyche since 2006 re: war of the sexes when I willingly entered the oldest pro world off extreme codependence. How I function is PROTECTED psyche ~ a cherished, long road of self-fulfillment full of emo*bombs. Know your limits.

Peace friendship is me knowing my limits. It incites the call for men to build.

For men to build what? A visionary sexual war amends field 2nd Quail (not yet danced in) standing on the ground of sexual peace friendship. I consider that what we share as a humanity after rage of women has been acknowledged.

I am NOT going to #metoo war, so no woman knows my “game”.

It sickens me to acknowledge war is a game. Peace too. I don’t hold close to ideas that the godhead is a puppeteer, but I need to admit Life is a game. I think this is why we have artistic, creative works like Hunger Games. What sickening AT FIRST EMBARRASSED BLUSH game do I now name?

peace friendship emanating from brick store pub

On Her Back Ground —

10th hired at Brick Store Pub 1997, I know their culture was born from gritty, determined sledgehammers on a buildout by three young men holding the seed idea that no TVs, no domestic drafts, and no plastic beer pitchers would create environmental beauty as to soak in convivial words over craft brews.

I wrote exactly something like this in my #1 Amazon bestseller Love at the Pub (2009) with the joyous sorrow I now name as sexual seed unspeakable until ACCEPTED, this return to the garden notion, peace friendship.

Before I hold out the puke bag for you on this dark seed of mine, some relief. Don’t ever think I lead you to choose what guides me, however! An incredible poet & mystical business leader wrote about the siddhic (highest frequency) emanation…considering where I’m going next, his words might buoy your spirt and tolerance for the new. From Richard Rudd ~

the great return: the journey of following one’s own emanation back to the Source – not chasing an outcome, but trusting the truest impulse within you, and allowing it to lead you, with innocence, courage, and surrender, all the way home

Siddhi of Emanation

Gene Key 41

Poet Rudd goes on to describe this mystery as The Fool in tarot. The Fool is my peace friend, co-owner of Brick Store who is neither Mike nor Tom. The Fool is also me, OLD MJ, foolishly coming forth with a game of innocence to (render NUDY in my world) lead us OUT of war of the sexes into sexual peace.

What The Fool??? why, where did this forth emanate?

Wind up — I published peace friend‘s pub homage in 2009. Swing —

Ahem, the shadow of fantasy, my life wound of denial, whatever his thing is, and, ahem, the thingy UGH of hymn being aware we were long standing fooling around pals (Strike 1), being shown my Backpage half-naked ad (Strike 2), hymn repressingly rejecting three years of advocation (2023-2026) for my pure dream peace friendship as amends consequence to STRIKE 3 —

Following me home uninvited from 2008 pub party ‘PROM’ after multiple NO NOT TONIGHT no fooling texts from me, then parking in my driveway, then entering my home uninvited, then sexually assaulting a tonic immobility me.

With his go ahead, I published Love at the Pub on this sick backstory. The Fools we were. The peace friends in peace friendship we could be.

peace friendship is actionable humility where ordinary tragedy of sexual offence direct and bystander effect opens to community wonder in state of siddhic forgiveness and now-moment gift: understanding male IMPACT UPON femaleS: sexual assault & harassment landscape (my best working draft)

We need The Fool like renewed Me (new MJA) to go forward with such an outrageous, uncomfortable peace idea because I already FUCKED MYSELF over in the ALREADY OUTRAGEOUS pattern of time which is war oldest pro world scenario of baring my body on the grand old Internet! my audacity to link patriarchy with rotgut female emotional codependence aka our missing part pissing women endlessly OFF! please get OFF my back, ladies! Allow me to be strange shield idea–

–the strange PROTECTED NUDY art sphinx emanating NUDYFI to render Internet APP nudify acts emotionally starved with their ugly fire put OUT.

Re-NUDYFI Yo’SELF

Billy's joined the National Front
He always was (just) a little runt
He's got his hand in the air with the other cunts
You've got to humanize yourself

Rehumanize Yourself
The Police (1981)

Four main lyrical stanzas in this song, and I went with this one? Hold onto your pussy hats, for most don’t know that Cunt is a compliment in VDAY.org circles among us Vagina Warriors. You had to be there in the Superdome 2008 as I and a volunteer packed house slack-jawed listened to The L-Word actresses & their director sensuously scream CUNT in three different languages.

Why were we there? To back neglected, abused, poverty stricken New Orleans women worn out by post-Katrina nonsense. I served as photo journalist while our Atlanta group gave compassion and makeovers to these survivors in our Authentic Beauty caring booth (adjacent to Donna Karan’s) all upon the call from V (former Eve Ensler, Vagina Monologues playwright & activist) to ACKNOWLEDGE this next UGH —

If we do nothing, 1 out of 3 women will be raped or beaten in her lifetime.

MJA joined her NUDY Front
Because she always backed the unfortunate runt
Got called by the houseboat a Crazy Cunt
Now she NUDYFIs herself

--my riff off The Police Rehumanize Yourself

Rehumanize, renudyfi, redignify

Hey Brick Store! You want humanization of Not All Men? of primal peace friends? That’s right, there’s an offender inside your craft beer priesthood. I offer to hymn my mythic mystique Brick Store Oar, peace friend, peace friendship. Time to rehumanize yourselves! Build amends field 2nd Quail~!

You, too, disgusted with nudify APPs that could be used on any of your patrons, employees, food/bev reps, Decatur GA officials, your wives or daughters, the Square’s meter maid featured in my #emodead book??? Strange news, I went first! I want you to claim me thus the credit.

You want dignity for your beer pint glasses? for your craft breweries and local farm partners? for your OTHER employees so rightly lifted in Archangel Mikey’s Giving Kitchen? Then perhaps soberly discuss during an afternoon Kolsch session pondering of my Pussy General onstage direction ~ in order to give you must receive…down on your knees please

Your peace friend Mary Jane is down on her knees asking you to receive my 86’d MJ in her Scorched Peaches state of innocence so we might ALL re-dignify ourselves in what you three boot strapping bartenders already know

peace FRIENDSHIP is the way~! if not us then who?!?

Thank you for your openness to Life, its starkness, its mystery ~

(((A)))