Repair my Danger

Hello. Quick reminder — NO MEANS NO EVERYTIME.

I choose to communicate a NO boundary to Decatur GA, to men who choose not to repair big time emotional damage, and to women too weak like old MJ that it is NEVER okay to bully a situation where you have aggressed upon a woman.

I have heard NOT ONE WORD of regret from my peace friend, co-owner of Brick Store Pub who is neither Mike nor Tom, nor a single acknowledgment of what I have said, wrote, stated, or SENT to them save for THE EMAIL THAT BROKE THE CAMEL’S BACK. (May 14, 2026) That email? Manipulative lies.

From that? (broken camel back) Three solid months blogging my nonlinear NO. Walking out my messy shame side-by-side this KNOWING. He violated me.

Flying Beer Kegs

My sexual humiliation is being walked OUT big time starting January. It’s been happening all along. It’s going to ramp up. Because I need a boundary with my NO to shame. I choose to dance NUDY in the rain to build said boundary. You seeing me accepting all parts of me, owning everything. Receiving it all.

I own that I put my being in DANGER multiple upon multiple times from 2014 to 2019 rather than rat him out. I held the boundary of loyalty. I damaged my body, emotions, and mind holding that line. AND? That was a tribal line held in check by GUILT. If this is your first post? Here’s what I’ve been blogging about guilt — GUILT is PATTERN of TIME which is WAR.

I’m building up to Thanksgiving with as many posts possible on Commanda R in LIGHT capacity ~ repair, re-dignify, remove, redeem, renew. I’ll pretend peace friend unintentionally hits various parts of my being with his broken-down craft beer truck. (Marthasville) I know it broke down. They called us from the road 1996.

future memoirIZATION of my old Tuesday Nite Pals, the Brick Store owners

Their 10th hired and Tuesday Nite Pal before that, receiving their call on that broken down beer keg truck…I have dropped the guilt and drawn a new line. Those flying beer kegs (male aggression/denial) — I finally see them for what they are. Dangerous. Time to repair the damage.

nonlinear riff to change the shame

What’s below ~ I’m starting Commanda R LIGHT posting with the captions to my latest YouTube video on the Scorched Peaches channel. If it sounds like a movie scene, I think the dreaming of things to come holds great power. I think many of us know this feeling. (((A)))

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Fellas, hi. I’m too busy to talk, but I’m glad you’re here. Thank you. Door always open.

Ahhhh….I want to be love, light and peace at Brick Store Pub? And this sacred OAR. It’s mythic and it’s magical. I want you to start working with it and seeing me in every piece of wood in your store.

I’m gonna call you a store, OK? And I went shopping there once and I got some sadness and it was dangerous. And one day I woke up. The end.

You have…every delighted renewal, hope, feeling that this is what I want.

And?

You are not meeting me– and women in this time of day when you don’t re dignify them and you forget how many groups they were part of. And I start complaining loudly to women at the ungracious behavior of Brick Store pub that did not make repairs to my bridge and my car.

You know, you crashed into it with your beer kegs didn’t you dear?

And it’s going to be, oh, oh, ma’am, General Ma’am. How can we fix this?

And then you will just be a pod that is set for people that work in the expertise of helping men de-violence. You’ll be the reason it happened. You’ll be the little tadpoles that made it happen. It was so lovely, they made it happen.

And this is what I choose to remember about men in Decatur whom I love universally. Everyone bar none. My bralessness is for all as one son. So there is not one person here who gets any more attention from me anymore.

I left that horror of a building — sadness, danger. And now I’m in my sorrow.

I used to take my shirt off for work. It’s how I paid for my book. Let there’s no arrows to come back on me. It’s just love, love, love. I’m going to receive love as I receive hate.

And I want this pub to get it together. Because they [the pub] do not understand. They do skate a little danger fate if they don’t. Wake up. Right here. Always glad to see you.

This is MJA.

(((A)))


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